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Righting Wrongs
you're a hundred unfinished poems taking up space under my bed
you're a million pictured memories collecting dust inside my head
you're the voice I hear singing in the dead still of the night
when everything is wrong, you're the only thing that's right.
Wow- love this!!!
Wow- love this!!!
*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james
righting wrong
Simply cool.
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The last line is a grabber - allets -