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Jan 2013
I’m not a psychic
so I cannot look into a glass ball
to see the future at all

I cannot dig deep inside

to revisit the past
It is too painful at a passing glance

Indeed I live in the moment
But my view is faded
Because you are jaded

I can say whatever I please,
Do as I please,
Live as I please
At my own ease

But you are my disease.
Angel
Written by
Angel  Buffalo
(Buffalo)   
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