Sunday, August 4, 2013
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No one speaks of love anymore,
we just try to get higher than others
to be closer to our god, (well, at least she does this)
and to our dreams and ambitions.
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A Waltz For Zizi
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7/25/2025 9:44:07 PM # 1.0.0
By far the best poem I've seen in this contest. Well done indeed. A few spellings: breathe, bear, treads. Yes, learning English is strange! We breathe and draw in our breath. We bare our bodies, but cannot bear to be seen without clothes. Thread is the fine twine which holds our clothes together.