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:PA whisper of the words, That will come flowing out, Of my fingertips, To fill your ears, And possibly your eyes, With images of soft things, Like the skies, Or snow so soft and cold, Hearts made of silver and gold, Silver and gold. Swimming daydreams, And chatting on Facebook, This is odd.:P
Thorne
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From Pikiru
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I'm cooler then the other side of your pillow.
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I'm cooler then the other side of your pillow.
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