Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Gv-Ge-Yu-I Comments

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My a-da-nv-do aches.
It seems like everytime you speak,
My words jumble, like the earth when it quakes.
When you lean over me, I hold my breath; making me light-headed and weak.
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Isabella Night
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