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I will close my eyes and do it, that's right...
Afraid of waking sleeping dogs...
I tiptoe around this house...
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~ ~ ~ not the climbing kind (syntuit...
Her love slowly died
as he smirked with cruel delight...
Where you are, it's probably dark
and the screams of others are the...
To you i must say this
last two words of mine...
Melodies parade against
the morning dew...
Why when I think of you
I become blue? Why do...
He says that I am the perfect girl.
He uses 'I love you' like an excuse...
Poets write of loneliness
where knuckles lay straight and fingers beg...
No more waking up
to a warm cup of...
If the night knew
how much they talk...