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Post by LonelyForsaken on Aug 14, 2015 0:07:33 GMT -5
Think outside the box. Wait, what box? Her…what? Oooohh! Now I see why it’s supposed to be hard.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Mar 31, 2016 15:23:13 GMT -5
Wake up the crack of noon It's late The rooster has sealed the dawn but her hands are still warm
They were when the sun-rose and pulled my beat-less heart Only weeds remain now It's a shame that I'm so shameless
I walk this garden only at night It hurts under the light of dawn the day has pulled the welcome mat There isn't much left just these three roses and all I ever wanted
LF
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