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Run your fingers through her hair,
While she burns if you dare.
Don't you worry,
Don't you fret,
It'll be over,
Soon you'll forget.
You'll be gone,
She'll be dead,
But you will never forget
All the regret.
She'll haunt your dreams,
She'll haunt your soul,
All of this was to be told.
You'll remember the feel of the heat,
You'll never forget the way it beat.
But don't you worry,
Don't you fret,
It'll be over,
Soon you'll forget...
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A Collection of Poetry Book One
PoetryA collection of poems that range from simplistic ideas to my personal feelings. Those that are not about ideas or issues I feel strongly about, are about my feelings and experiences. Total number of poems: 68 {Poetry / Short Story}
