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Dec 2013
Tell me your secrets
and I'll spill my soul
across that thing you call a brain.
I promise.  

Tell me truths
and I'll spill my life
across that thing you call a heart.
I promise.

But tell me you love me
and I'll spill everything I am
across that thing you call you.
I promise.

*djm
There is no point crying over a spilt self.
Daniel McDougall
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Daniel McDougall  Australia
(Australia)   
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