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Poetry For The Lonely
Make your life story one torrid enough to be told again
22.8.09
after the love, the repentance
it hurts to know
that no matter how much love we make
it'll never be enough
to make you love me
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graddaddy time, tell me a story
this is the eclipse of your life
wish I realized this sooner but now it's too late
after the love, the repentance
always with the metaphors aren't we?
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