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Sep 2014
I reached up
Between your thighs
I kissed your heart
And you kissed mine

But my heart was fickle
As you soon found
Your tears trickle
But I sleep sound

The battle is over
But my mind is at war
I never meant to hurt
To make you cry

I don't mean to be curt
And I do wish the best
But this is goodbye
Dr Don The Night Tripper
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   Lior Gavra
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