Nov 26, 04
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he is like my shadow;everywhere I go...reminding me that Im there.
he is like the air that I breathe;imperative to my survival,all around me yet unseen. he is like water;90%of my being is made of this element,and without it, i would cease to exist. he is like a tear drop that never came to be;danced upon my eyelashes,and was formed from my heart. he is like so many things,and every thing he is like and is...could never bring him justice. he is like...a first kiss;unforgettable,uncomortable,unsure.. .yet so right. he is like;cartoons on a sunday morning and animal shaped slippers,coa-coa puffs and eye sleep. 
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Dec 02, 04
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:) You're into dudes? Very cool imagery. I like this line the most:
"he is like a tear drop that never came to be;danced upon my eyelashes,and was formed from my heart." I like when people talk about those feelings that just happen on the cusp. those are hard to describe.
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Dec 02, 04
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contrary to popular beleif...no,i am infact NOT an angry lesbian.
Im just angry. but yes,i like dudes. this poem is funny tho its about my ex,and we`ve been broken up for some time now. I hate him so much,but i still love him to bits n pieces,but the hate THE HAAAAATTTTEEEEE. its funny.
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