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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

a "lay"

Everywhen I see your face,
it comes a noise inside my head.
At seeing a passers-close meaning,
I see enjoy of you, and climb
the distances from your home.
It goes so bright,
it comes.
Posted by Paulo de Tarso Cabrini Jr. at 11:54 AM

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