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Dec 2012
Telegraph the Morse
Don’t know what to curse
Fill the silence
Beating with the pulse

But I’ll be on my way then
You don’t love me
So I won’t love you then.

Whistles and sighs
Never enough
Sob and cough
Then the lies

I give up
I give in
COME BACK!
Alexandra of Old
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Alexandra of Old
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