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Nov 2009
I never had to prove my blues.
You always knew.
You always knew.
You were the few.

You were more than just a few nights and a few fights.
You knew me. Well.
You threw me. Into hell.

I burn.
I dwell.
I dream about your smell.
Your taste.
Your touch.
It's never enough.
It's always too much.
And I cant take it.
Im not that tough.
Matt Jursin
Written by
Matt Jursin  37/M/Colorado
   --- and Icarus
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