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Feb 2012
I tried to listen to everything she said.
I tried to keep every demand in my head.
Too bad she took away from me
everything except being lonely.

Armed with a smile, the cause of my tears
She was the best at augmenting my fears.
Learning to fight isn’t so hard.
Learning to submit will leave you scarred.

Building a wall was like Right or Wrong
Right until she said so, but it only lasted so long.
Sinner or saint, it didn’t really matter,
She could always take you on and leave you in tatters.

It’s so hard to hate that which you love
But love’s too abstract for anyone of the above.
If she had given me but one good thing to keep
Perhaps then I might now be able to weep.
Written by
Ian Webber
485
   ASB and Joseph the Dreamer
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