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 Feb 2015
Rose Claire
Playing the games that lovers do. But I, was never I.
Photos longing to be touch.  ME, I love me oh so much.
I could never see you. You were just a prop. A puppet show.
For me to walk on by......brown eyes...brown eyes....and your half way
smile. Smile through the pain. Half way but not a mile.
      Selfish ***** ---- Selfish *****
What a witch was I. Did you see me always ready for a pose.

You were crazy, sorry that was me. You sleep now.
Maybe I will see you one day. No. I don't think I could handle that depth.
So....maybe?....Never, lets let it be. You loved me! But I know you loved others. Damm pictures reminding me of what should have been.  
You haunt me. Now I don't feel free. Chains on me now.
God, set me free.
Puppet show, puppet show  .....who has the strings now.
Haven't seen you in a while.

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