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Dec 2012
Would I change a ******* thing,
yes I ******* would.
Can we start again,
eh, no chance.
You had the last dance
at the last chance saloon,
you broke my heart and hurt me so,
my soul was a million pices,
my mind was gone,
the hurt still goes on and on,
over you my first love.
You are at the bottom of my well of regrets,
these you will never kiss again,
and these eyes will never look at you again,
my last love, my lost baby,
baby blue, goodbye.
To those drunken happy crimson nights,
those hugs and cuddles, sweet whispers in chimp ears,
your touch a pleasure never beaten,
your tickle warm breath against my beating heart,
the tender trap that pulled me to your inviting chest,
the way you smile when I nibble on your engaging neck
and the way you bite my first love my last love, goodbye.
Harpo Rhum
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