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I'm not the quiet type I have a voice for every leaf the wind moves I have a sound for every ****** of the ocean And an action for every grain of sand the sun bakes Yet the bite of cupids arrow whose venom Lingers ever so sweetly, Deafens Even my loudest scream Leaving me Lost, Like a blown kiss Looking For a landing.
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Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 5:45 PM UTC
Blown
I'm not the quiet type I have a voice for every leaf the wind moves I have a sound for every ****** of the ocean And an action for every grain of sand the sun bakes Yet the bite of cupids arrow whose venom Lingers ever so sweetly, Deafens Even my loudest scream Leaving me Lost, Like a blown kiss Looking For a landing.
When a man is instantly sold on love, and is left where he has left others.
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Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 5:45 PM UTC
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