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by Blemish - Not entered

I never saw a moor, she said.
Nor have I.
But of all the scenes in my brief span,
all I will trade for my heart's desire.

Reason for writing:

    Whenever I hit a low piont I am compelled to write. It dispells my loneliness...    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1998-12-08 23:57:22
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:45
Poem ID: 51267

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