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By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2008 Feb 20 Comment on this Work [[2008.02.20.20.56.24629]] |
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Sins drip down the walls of my confessional and lips crashed together while hands devoured words before they could be spoken passion crippled logic so easily when I was with her and winter turned to spring while she drifted away like a jagged piece of balsa wood in the oceans loose grip The days grew longer the daylight would not die, and this bottle is evidence that I can deceive the heart on my sleeve but at least I won't be alone tonight (I can't be alone tonight) |