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[title] => My time is yours
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[bodytext] => Emptiness my time is yours And I lay on a bed where Roses feels like forbidden And thorns filling my body With pain to describe the way I miss you I wrote thousand of letters to your love And drew millions of colors to your heart And still red a color on my lips of pain and misery I lay and I pray To die maybe it will the end Coz when u left I was a bride From a life to a night Where shadows are the flame Of every star that shines… By the time u were gone My life is to be done U took my heart Took my soul Once ur back I ll be gone [comments] => 6 [counter] => 259 [topic] => 32 [informant] => cant-skate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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