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By Violet Date: 2001 Oct 09 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.09.15.41.11953]] |
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with dark mascara tears and matted curls sobbing against the angry night i pleaded with you with a stoney solid face you watched me fall apart the simple threat of losing you drove me to madness the air was so cold wrapped in my little black dress i pressed my high heels into the ground as the drunks all walked by i turned from the prying eyes deep into my burning pain and i prayed to any god that would listen that you would keep me |