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Edweir knew she came To the cafeteria for her Lunch each day and usually Sat in the same place if She could and this day She is sitting there with That blue dress on the one That shows the valley Between her ******* and Her hair frames her face In such a way and he tries To sit so he can see her so And turn away his head If he thought she might Gaze his way but now she Sits in pensive mood as some Women do her hands holding The glass her thoughts seeming Far away and he wonders if Maybe she has grown tired Of her work up in Dawlish’s Office or maybe has is often Rumoured Dawlish had soft Touched her where it’s known By those in the know he is Often want to go or maybe She thinks of some other thing An evening date with some sad   ****** or some schmuck who Only wants to drink and **** Now she pauses and sips from The glass and deeply sighs oh How he would love to go and Embrace her and say anything I can do to help and run a finger Along her face but now she stares At him and he feels a creepy finger Up and down his spine and her eyes Wash over him in cold disdain while Outside the skies are blue and the sun Shines warmly with no sign of rain.
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Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 3:30 AM UTC
NO SIGN OF RAIN.
Edweir knew she came To the cafeteria for her Lunch each day and usually Sat in the same place if She could and this day She is sitting there with That blue dress on the one That shows the valley Between her ******* and Her hair frames her face In such a way and he tries To sit so he can see her so And turn away his head If he thought she might Gaze his way but now she Sits in pensive mood as some Women do her hands holding The glass her thoughts seeming Far away and he wonders if Maybe she has grown tired Of her work up in Dawlish’s Office or maybe has is often Rumoured Dawlish had soft Touched her where it’s known By those in the know he is Often want to go or maybe She thinks of some other thing An evening date with some sad   ****** or some schmuck who Only wants to drink and **** Now she pauses and sips from The glass and deeply sighs oh How he would love to go and Embrace her and say anything I can do to help and run a finger Along her face but now she stares At him and he feels a creepy finger Up and down his spine and her eyes Wash over him in cold disdain while Outside the skies are blue and the sun Shines warmly with no sign of rain.
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Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 3:30 AM UTC
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