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LOSS:
There was a life some day that we could live under the roof of it.
Now there is no roof and there is no move to keep us warm.
Its cold out side.
Even the trees are crying for this loss.
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I'm training my eyes to look & see beyond a photograph itself, now I see three men standing by a grave, crying for what or whom they have lost... Posted by: moostive on 01.23.07
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