Saturday, September 8, 2007

The Girl

its fluttering and.. its eyes,
its stuttering... and it cries,
manipulative girl

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her cure, is a pure, thwack on the head
she tries and she dreams, ever moves ahead?
silly girl

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loving like a lottery won
exhilerating momentary fun
love, unlike lottery stays

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no words can fill that gap i know
not trying here, ever so sure
walk along
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