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Sep 2014
he wrote poetry for her but she laughed and called it silly, he burned his ink-stained fingers and cut his hair, he picked up a circular object with lines rimmed around it and threw it around in the air.
he aimed and shot,
she started to pay attention and started to laugh with him, not at him
but his ink-stained fingers started to grow back
if you're a male who loves to write poetry, don't ever it's pretty hot
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Ria  Canada
   Harley Hucof
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