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Jul 2011
Dreams do come true.
Never as expected,
Except when it comes to you.
Every nightmare you star in,
Ends up becoming reality.

Your face stagnant in my thoughts,
Its making me sick.
In another town,
Frolicking with whomever.  
I can't take it.

Marks on your neck,
words that you speak.
Do You not see how I feel.

Frogs croak, cats meow, spilt milk, not now.
Written by
cohdee
657
   Kelly Lutz
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