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Aug 2013
If I knew you would burn me
I’d brought my fire proof skin
The yelling doesn't stop
Until the sun comes up again

By then we are both burned out
I drown on every word you say
Prayers I preach to my maker
Lest he hear me swear his name

I sink into your strange love
More and more I fade away
More than a game between us
It’s foreplay we call the day

BB2013
bobby bielik
Written by
bobby bielik  San Diego, California
(San Diego, California)   
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