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I toss and turn  to erace the memory Focus on something delightful A sunny day A moonlight night Flash, and freeze frame, my brain explodes in pain The pain of deciet The sight, the smell, the taste....of your deciet The tears threaten to drown me As our special child sleeps, unaware ....of your deciet No anger yet,  just this deep pain filled night Questions without answers A name without a face **** YOU ...Why? Lies...how long the lies? The bedside clock reads 3 o clock... The hour of great mercy! Another lie... midway between 12 and 6.... dark and light... and another tird day thinking,... wondering of you and your mistress.
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Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 2:29 PM UTC
3 O Clock
I toss and turn  to erace the memory Focus on something delightful A sunny day A moonlight night Flash, and freeze frame, my brain explodes in pain The pain of deciet The sight, the smell, the taste....of your deciet The tears threaten to drown me As our special child sleeps, unaware ....of your deciet No anger yet,  just this deep pain filled night Questions without answers A name without a face **** YOU ...Why? Lies...how long the lies? The bedside clock reads 3 o clock... The hour of great mercy! Another lie... midway between 12 and 6.... dark and light... and another tird day thinking,... wondering of you and your mistress.
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louisbergin
Irish
Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 2:29 PM UTC
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