Unlaced

The times this page soaked up my hurt turning blue with the tear stained ink and you just smiled, but it was never meant to be read as poetry you should have read it as our personal tragedy…

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That question

I thought it was over until you came on over and it started to rain. the pain you inflict on me and still I am stuck on you if love really does run true where does it run to?…

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Tuned in

In every song that I know played on the old radio she tells me that she loves me so. # w i r e l e s s…

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