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Dec 2012
A wretched curse fallen upon me
A virus that lives inside me.
I shall accept it no more.

My heart cannot be mended
Further than it has been broken.
Back then, oh way back then
Touching you gave such warmth.

Now you feel cold to me,
And my limbs freeze from your touch.
I cannot touch you further,
You freeze and shatter my heart.
You hurt me, torment of total anguish
Stay away from me, quit breaking my heart.

I cannot stand you anymore
Quit touching me.
You're so cold.
Written November 17, 2003 @ 2:03 PM CST
Gary W Weasel Jr
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