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| Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson |
3/21/2005 |
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eyes blind, heartlead
how he said the things my mind wanted to hear
penertrating deep my eyes weep
why, how could you do this
to me
blindness caught slipping
feelins' deep here
real here............ |
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| Reviewed by Kenny Moon |
3/18/2005 |
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| they say the first cut is the deepest. Go for a tender guy next time! Real poem! k |
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| Reviewed by Sue Hess |
3/18/2005 |
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| 10 inch knife? whoa...this is painful and real and captured beautifully the pain that passion can bring |
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