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Aug 15
Does her beauty cover my broken tears
Is her flesh more precious than the love I give
Was our I Do in vain
Your words have become poison to my soul
Your lust for her pushes me away
a distant place I want to be
take me back to truth
What a fool I am
Your heart isn't mine
it's given with every glance
Written by
Eloisa Bundrick
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