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Loneliness

DearPoetry

Published: Jun 16, 2013

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Someone asked me to write a spur of the moment ( hand written ) poem about loneliness. Enjoy my horrid scrawl.

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xxAiko-chanxx

Aug 16, 2013

Beautiful <3

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