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Stomping The Streets
Contributed by
suupjordan
on
Thursday, 14th June 2007 @ 11:36:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
PoemsonBeauty
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Burning down the streets of SoHo. Theighs, knees, calves, Ankles, feet, toes. Without a set place to go. Heads turn and beds yearn, All curious to know.
Fast pased, its my place. Shine silver, and glitter gold.
Cliche. All in the right ways. 'Cause it's with me you make your mold.
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suupjordan
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2007-06-14 11:36:15] (Date/Time posted on
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