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This Satire I just want to see you in this hate-
the red glare covering my eyes oh, this is so wrong. and I want to feel you tonight, but I guess you might just be gone forever. and where would my life be damned to no end... and to hell once again- I wanted you that evening, not her see through these games, I want no space to live in to only live in you. another day, another day, take everything that exists in these pathetic delusions. I can’t escape- not without you at my side... (c) David Griffin Brown 1997 |
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