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by UnhealthyExpectations Dec 29, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I stare into your eyes they deceive me I hear your whispers they lie to me You gentle touch now cold Your heart a new mould A perfect new girl The thought makes me hurl I don't wanna look I don't wanna hear But i said we'd be friends I made my own bed so here i now lie