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By slug Date: 2001 Oct 29 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.29.15.31.29095]] |
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We were going someplace We had a map, a plan (you always laughed at my plans) We laughed in the dark and slept in the sun You made me tingle... butterflies... smile You made me break Weep Cry It shattered I shattered You picked up the (metaphorical) hammer and swung You never loved. You were never happy. A fatal cry.... At least I got to love you. |