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Oct 2013
Let not each unkind word I ever spoke
drive you ... further from my arms

let not each plate and promise broke
make a fist ... of open palms

Let not the fact you love me so
make you think.. you have to stay

let not the past mistakes be repeated ... go
just leave me...  just ignore the things.. I say

I'm sorry.... not

I'll change.. nothing

I love you... being afraid.


Just leave your ring ... beside my whiskey glass

and like my tears....


Run.
Written by
soul in torment
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