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Dec 23, 2009
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SHE'S COME UNDONE
"There was always Hopein the blighted economy of her survivalsoaking the spills of disillusionmentmopping up a myriad of unfulfilled desires. Cold comfortthose thwarted promises,compacted dregs of dormant dreams -the stale wine of spurious schemes. Trust - shot throughwith specks of feigned sincerity,now replete with holes:reality's gift to incredulity. The quintessential selfalways garnered for revivalnow stripped of all subterfugefragmented, frayed - suicidal. Bjr 23 December '09
— Bonitaj, Dec 23, 2009
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Ink Dragon
16 years 5 months ago
Boni,
Seren
16 years 5 months ago
Magnificent Boni … love
Bonitaj
16 years 5 months ago
Thanks Nina, Kal & Seren
Seren
16 years 5 months ago
Good is not magnificent dear
Bonitaj
16 years 5 months ago
Dear caring Jayne!
kowque
16 years 5 months ago
///wow//
Bonitaj
16 years 5 months ago
Siyabonga Sisi!!