Poetry for Freaks!

SADNESS AND SAWDUST (by Pseudo Dave)
	SOME GIRLS CRY FOR LOVE THAT WILL NEVER BE; SOME GIRLS CRY BECAUSE THEY'VE GOT SAWDUST IN THEIR EYES. WHICH IS WORSE? IF LOVE EXISTS, DO HEARTS MEND AS FAST AS YOUR IRIS? PULMONARY RETINA. SADNESS. SAWDUST.

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