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Aug 2015
Come let's strike the match
watch it burn..
not too much left to generate heat
I can't live on what was
you shouldn't hope for what will never be
Perpetual ambivalence....no cure
I'll hold your hand as we walk thru
Don't be afraid we'll come out ok
just not together..
Thanks to a kind soul for the title.
Cindy Dressler
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Cindy Dressler
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