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my poem for roger

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i saw your soul tonight And you never seemed stronger time created distance but distance lasts no longer

I linger on the thought of you tingles from the essence that mingles my senses and it conminces your attention is like meth hookd on you until death and in my dieing breath i'll say....I saw your soul...more beautiful then the sin that created us

That our God knew one day you'd have troubled waters and i'd be your bridge And when i lack inspiration you'll make oick up a pen so again i say i saw your soul...And it made me forget about the what if's and think of the here and now's the when and how's and to this day i stay heavily devoted simply because you match my soul.

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paper doll

you at you standing tall looking like a paper doll

with your long hair flowing and your white teeth showing your looks alone can get it all

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my poem for roger

i saw your soul tonight And you never seemed stronger time created distance but distance lasts no longer

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loud talking lady with no self rspect "if he dont hit me he dont love me" you say it's passion at it's best so you sit and you think on buttons to press then drop all your worth down in y...

my poem for roger

paper doll

my poem for roger

damn sho ain't kansas

last to go

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