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Sep 2014
Our Insomniac love
It never ends;
Back and forth,
Back and forth,
Again, Again, Again;
Where could you possibly be going with this?
Are my pitiful feelings never enough?
Why must you make my eyes see this ******* of your true colors,
Fondling my sight with your words.
I'm only as foolish as a ******* mother;
What excuse is that?
Written by
Skye  Houghton, Michigan
(Houghton, Michigan)   
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