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Thursday, June 29, 2006

Yours, Mine, And Yours

The fingers on you.
Cold, disarming, go ahead bite in.
Look through the skin,
straight to the bone.
we were a team werent we?

Don't badger me to change my tone.
When you're the one
who weasled out on me.

This is how you truly feel?
Have I been pretending?
Why? Were you a part of this too?
No, no. this delusion was my own
I'm in this fight alone
and all along you've known it to be true.

# posted by Zort @ 6:53 AM ::


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