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Jan 2013
Those are pretty words
From someone not hurt before.
My heart had turned sour,
Broken hearts occurred.

How can I let myself trust
again, if I feel I must,
When love has done nothing but rust
away my feelings of lust?

You stand before me a blank.
Glass made of sand.
Clearly you come again
asking for my hand.

Those are some pretty words
Coming from someone not hurt before.
Jay-vee Arh
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Jay-vee Arh
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