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By Max-Rom Date: 2002 Feb 11 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.11.23.38.19912]] |
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Your hand, cradled inside mine My ears, on the edge of their seats As you tell me of music, life, and friends The words are sweet like syrup, they flow from your lips. I wanted to tell you How I really felt without brow or palms dripping with nervous moisture I just thought it would be nice to embark, braving the seas hopefully finding treasure where you marked the spot. Leave your face branded inside my heart to quickly ease the loneliness leaving behind only a plastered smile and pacified knowledge that a victorious battle of wits and countless tears has seen your flag waving, signifying its end. |