segunda-feira, 13 de abril de 2009

Untitled, though Entitled... to You

The door kept ajar
Two bodies caressed and tugged in War
I know your heart was sore
Things you couldn't cure by lore
Nor... by a man... who Your
Figure does adore

Regardless,
Regardless...
Regardless of.

Oh, my dear
How far was I near?

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Oh

.

My

.

Dear


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