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He is a gentle, lonely man Looking for love But willing to accept company, and comfort. He is crying alone, now, In a vast and empty bed Having said goodbye to another someone Twelve hours later than advisable. Those transient lovers Are always impressed with his beautiful house, His designer bed, with Harrods sheets Everything white, and the best of the best. He tells them he's an architect, and it shows In the immaculacy, But last night he took home a builder To ***** and rumple those pristine sheets, And he wished for an excuse to knock through the walls And tear it all down, So he could keep him, to rebuild.
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 6:34 AM UTC
In his lovely, lonely bed
He is a gentle, lonely man Looking for love But willing to accept company, and comfort. He is crying alone, now, In a vast and empty bed Having said goodbye to another someone Twelve hours later than advisable. Those transient lovers Are always impressed with his beautiful house, His designer bed, with Harrods sheets Everything white, and the best of the best. He tells them he's an architect, and it shows In the immaculacy, But last night he took home a builder To ***** and rumple those pristine sheets, And he wished for an excuse to knock through the walls And tear it all down, So he could keep him, to rebuild.
AmandaIS
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 6:34 AM UTC
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