Kyla
Eyes like stars, so bright, all I see at night.Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Raw | 1 | 07/30/2013 |
| Hope | 1 | 01/17/2013 |
| We Were -Perfect-. | 0 | 11/06/2011 |
| Am I? | 0 | 11/06/2011 |
| He Cares. | 1 | 11/06/2011 |
| Blood | 1 | 11/06/2011 |
| Victim | 0 | 11/06/2011 |
| Sweet Sensation | 0 | 11/06/2011 |
| Why....? | 0 | 11/06/2011 |
| Help Me | 0 | 11/06/2011 |
| Going Crazy | 0 | 11/06/2011 |
| Wolf | 0 | 11/06/2011 |
| Kyla | 0 | 11/06/2011 |
| Forever | 0 | 11/06/2011 |
| Doubts | 1 | 06/03/2011 |
| Misery | 1 | 06/03/2011 |
| Escaped | 1 | 06/03/2011 |
| Life | 0 | 06/03/2011 |
| Love you | 0 | 06/03/2011 |
| Scars | 1 | 06/03/2011 |
| Or | 1 | 06/03/2011 |
| End It | 0 | 06/03/2011 |
| Death....My best friend | 0 | 06/03/2011 |
| Given Up | 1 | 06/03/2011 |
| Meaning of Love | 2 | 02/09/2009 |
| Selfish | 1 | 02/09/2009 |
| Till I Die | 1 | 02/09/2009 |
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