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By distant moon Date: 2007 Nov 16 Comment on this Work [[2007.11.16.02.17.2259]] |
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It's as though I've never grown, though now chasing pain with nectar. You bully my heart alone, you are my love-life hector. And you never seem to notice me, you sit piquant and quietly; with joyous laughter, as I falter after... But I'll be gone before too long, correcting course, my changing vector. But you can still break me down, always my love-life hector. My gypsy hector... why do you insist on bringing me to my knees, darling, when I never brought you tears or anger? Could it be that you don't even realize? Could it be that you don't even know? ...suppose I'll tell myself so. |