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Sunday, February 22, 2015

whatsoever...

Darling...
I would you to know but I have no guts to elaborate
I don't wanna feel but this tickles
I rather not knowing but I should do
You and and your footprints

Whilst...
I know this ain't even close to fair
Such a sore but useless
How in the world Im not  shaken
If the eyes could be blinded
Though curiosity kills

beaten
pain, just a little
None of your fault
The blame is all mine
mine... as you... like you...

ain't fair it is
Me and the prints of my path
Not even smoother nor silky
worse in someway
better also in other way
but it feels...

sounds sweet sometimes
burning however
this is ain't fun
and all is kept
silently calmly

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