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Kyla Shears Apr 2014
When I look out the window what do I see? I see all kinds of ******* trickin on the street. When I go shopping I see people huging a man and when they finish huging they give there number to a stranger that is hot and ****. I turn a round and say that stupid *****. She's a trick of a ****
Love is not what u call it
Symphonies
By Grace Espinoza

Out turned pockets
Contents spilled across
Stained table tops

Love notes with frayed edges
Worn by fingertips
Promises unkept

My head an ocean
Crashing with words
You never truly meant

Swayed by your melodies
And callused fingers
Playing me for your symphonies

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