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By Walking Contradiction Date: 2003 Jan 29 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.29.06.23.24357]] |
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I'm afraid, my dear, you were an infatuation, Like two people who view eachother from across a station, For a short few moments, their eyes meet, they're enchanted, But both know the seeds of love have been planted. Yet not every seed planted blossoms and blooms, And even those that do can have a stale perfume. We never got very far past germination, Yet you wouldn't accept this as an explanation, So will you believe you were just a fascination? Just a passing infatuation. |