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he means well (02/21/2015)
if only you knew
how you made me weak in the knees
bending like the taiga bows in the breeze
I hang onto your every word like a glider
I laugh at your jokes, cry at your woes
but your smile is the jagged, ragged cliffs below
and how I've prayed you'd pierce me,
to this used car's salesman named Dog
he gave me my repentance
when your car stalled in the fog.
my mouth is dry for you, ...
Sunday 22nd February 2015 2:05 am
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