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Jan 2016
Knowing it, will never be.
Knowing I'll, never see.
Still you fill, my heart with love.
Still you fill, my head with lust.

Once again, I took the ride.
Once again, I'll never find.
Standing here, all alone.
Burnt again, your heart of stone.

Someday soon, your turn will come.
Someday soon, no where to run.
You'll feel the ache, your pain will start.
Now you've got, your broken heart.
paul passero
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paul passero  colorado
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