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my bed room window
Contributed by
babe-grl
on
Monday, 23rd August 2004 @ 11:31:55 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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He used to come to me at night... when it's dark and there is no one to see us... he used to climb up to my room just to tell me how much he loves me... each night at the same hour ...he climbs up with red rose in one hand.. And a chocolate bar in the other...each night... until that awful morning when the phone rang...there was a voice of someone screaming... I couldnt recognize the voice...then a minute has passed and Ive already knew the caller identity... it was him....
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