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By distant moon Date: 2009 Apr 09 Comment on this Work [[2009.04.09.00.18.31961]] |
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I feel like I'm burning up, unable to sacrifice one thing for another, and yet within all of this torture; tear away...scraping all inside and out my innocence; which I wasn't sure if I had to begin with... You bought me sincerity, torturous love and timid ways... I sold love ambivalence; equivalent to a treasonous day. Yet I hold my head toward yours, can't believe I've found something I can never have. Hold again... True, I am hopeless and you encourage it. But when pressed, I must express that I love it, and always will. You bought me happiness, butterflies and sleepiness, I sold you impossible, shepherd's flock; I lead the way. |