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May 2016
We come to blows
but never come
together....
Even when we ***
together
we dissolve
and thanks for asking...
we die at the end
but live too long
to not be
dead,

Gone
is how we arrive
and the coin of the realm
is maybe.

and Maybe You Love me
but Nothing
has thorns
like Something has
a Reason

that makes no **** sense
at all.
Third Eye Candy
Written by
Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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