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By zabette Date: 2001 Sep 10 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.10.09.34.5326]] |
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Perplexed Understanding the way you love Is like trying to read a blurred ticket stub, Othertimes it feels like a breezy warm wind From up above, but when your love is nowhere to be found, I feel as though I'm on life's merry go round, Going round and round, Faster and faster, like a whirlwind funnel Looking to find a place to land, Unable to attach itself anywhere Besides your own egocentric self! E.G. |