Jan 2014
Oh love, oh love you fickle tithe.
You're bespoke to all, yet fitted to none.
You claim hearts for years though they don't retort.
Your rose tinted glasses are covered in dust.
Now as you came you must go,
no longer my thoughts to sully and spoil.
You're bespoke to all, yet fitted to none.
You claim hearts for years though they don't retort.
Your rose tinted glasses are covered in dust.
Now as you came you must go,
no longer my thoughts to sully and spoil.
Just something I changed at least two dozen times in 6 months
(On the edge of reason, UK)
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