Unfortunate Love Poems
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Complete Sat, May 7, 2011<5 mins
My collection of love poems but not the cute, flirty kind. Its the tragic version of love which is heartbreak and crushed dreams. Some wonder "why me" but everything happens for a reason. New beginnings? A promise? A dream? Maybe even a glistening sliver of hope. But what is love without tragedy.
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