Simple stares,
elegant glares,
befuddling stuttering,
let it be released,
your words that is.
Even if the comprehending syllables
make up riddles.
In the end,
you'll always confuse me.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 10:52 AM UTC
Simple stares,
elegant glares,
befuddling stuttering,
let it be released,
your words that is.
Even if the comprehending syllables
make up riddles.
In the end,
you'll always confuse me.
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