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Nov 2014
I try in my mind
To truly define
What it is that you think when you see me

Do you cower with fear
When I come near
Or just tag me with brutal indifference

Could there be something there?
Or should I not care
What the choice of your words mean to me

Is there something wrong
With my desperate old song
Or am I just chasing that old wild goose once again

Well get some insight
On my messed up cruel mind
And fill in the jokers you've sent me...
Wanted to get this out.
A C Leuavacant
Written by
A C Leuavacant  Paris, France
(Paris, France)   
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   aar505n, --- and Mark Ball
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