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There were old pictures, In the box with my effects, From a time just before, I left to pay off my debts. I was gone for years, Haunted by dreams of your lips, And the memory of, Felonious hands upon your hips. I never thought that the, ***** pictures you sent, Could bring back my heart, So broken and bent. Flaming hair from a bottle, Your soul from the same, But in the end can I really, Be the only one to blame? I don't know if I lost you, Or if I even loved you before, Still my heart beats in wonder, If your heart may want more.
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Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 8:19 PM UTC
Can We Even Call It Love Anymore
There were old pictures, In the box with my effects, From a time just before, I left to pay off my debts. I was gone for years, Haunted by dreams of your lips, And the memory of, Felonious hands upon your hips. I never thought that the, ***** pictures you sent, Could bring back my heart, So broken and bent. Flaming hair from a bottle, Your soul from the same, But in the end can I really, Be the only one to blame? I don't know if I lost you, Or if I even loved you before, Still my heart beats in wonder, If your heart may want more.
aaron-reisinger
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Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 8:19 PM UTC
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