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Feb 2010
Well, can't think of much - so
I'm bored
maybe I'll smoke a little more
and remember what you were(or could've I possibly forgotten)
sweet caresses like summer sun
and eyes burning with beautiful life
never to be mine - mocking, like
the comedian last nite on TV,at everything that seemed to hold
even the remotest of value
Written by
Caleb Jaren
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