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From my original collection of poetry..a poem of young love, young relationships. |
| You, you over there with the short brown hair. Do you know who you are, have you been inflicted with the scar of a life without any special one? Me, me over here with hair flowing past my ear. Do I know who I may be, have I been inflicted with the scar on me of a life without any special one. Yes, yest it is true that I can be very, very blue. But I have found my shining light, that brightens even the darkest night of a life without any special one. You, you over there with the short brown hair. Together we can find who you are, and cure the pains of the inflicted scar of a life without any special one. |