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Aug 2015
A pencil is as permanent as your love was for me.
Can't find real love, I've traveled sea to sea.

But it's real beauty, if you think about it real hard-
for atleast I've known how loneliness feels from the start.

A pencil is as permanent as my time is with you,
I've never heard haunting repeated words spoken so true.

I'll hold off and wait for the boy that will stay.
I'll hold off and wait for the one who makes all my terrifying thoughts fade.
rlb
Written by
rlb  Maryland
(Maryland)   
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