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By Lydia Date: 2002 Feb 06 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.06.18.45.7236]] |
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sweet and tender morsels of love dripping all over my thoughts why, oh why, does the bad just leave cracks for time to pry apart when ever there is good love, the hatred, that is your voice, screams above the delicate tunes lover, come and sit a spell bring me a warm glance, a kind touch leave all that other shit in the car; I have something wild to tell you I want you gone. I wish you well, but, just walk away. it is time, long over due, for us to end. our punctuation ends here. . |