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Basically it is about my mind, the Sunday afternoon walk, the boy that I think about, how I don't want the sun to set and tomorrow to come because I am afraid, but I know everything will be okay, because God is God. "What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to...
Sol and Lune are bounty hunters in the 22nd century. They soon find that they travel upon a disturbing truth that may be the doom of the human race.
Yet another of my useless love poems.
Poetry | Updated Aug 27, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0