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Sunday, November 05, 2006
Rolling, rolling,
lovers tears come falling.
See it, feel it,
sweet saccharine, kisses aplenty.
Hold me close silly,
hold tight or I am gone.
That nightly glow,
it speaks of you.
Come falling down,
heavy expectations incarcerated.
A battered soul,
I wish you here.
Promises you made,
they gone a hiding.
Silly the games we play,
they make no sense.
We need someone to love,
we lost our foothold somewhere.
I will be here,
I will be there,
but funny how it goes,
three words reek of sin and taboo.
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