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22
Contributed by
SaaraBlack
on
Thursday, 24th September 2009 @ 06:17:18 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Don't hate the thought about 22 years,
Because those are my years,
It is the time when I fell in love with you.
You will be in me forever!
Even when I will stand in the wedding dress before the altar,
Even when I'll hold my son's hand who will have your name.
And when I die,come to my grave,
Let 22 tears roll down your face,
Light 22 candles,
Bring 22 red roses and whisper:
" She loved me with 22..."
Copyright ©
SaaraBlack
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2009-09-24 06:17:18] (Date/Time posted on
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