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Aug 2012
Oh baby that never was,
I’m now just a stone,
that you’ll leave unturned

Under the heel of your sole,
on some casual stroll

that leads to your,
grandiose tale
of some romantic ordeal

and now don’t get me wrong,
this is not an appeal,

it is simply a seal
of how I feel
about you.
Michael 'Thaemus' Vance
Written by
Michael 'Thaemus' Vance  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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