She looked her, and she was looking at him, but then again he was looking at her. Oh what would they do? The love triangle of the century.
—love is love
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From the book I'll never write
Poetry-- Highest:: #7-fromtheheart -- My mind makes these things, but I can't usually put them into words I always have ideas for things I could put into books if I was able to write for long periods of time without losing inspiration
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She looked her, and she was looking at him, but then again he was looking at her. Oh what would they do? The love triangle of the century.
—love is love
