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My my, how things change in a year, from going from no-one to one, you, Yes, You, who I hold dear, You are stuck between my teeth, Fixed in my eyes, You're making me weak, My strength you're depleting, I'm fading away, Too quickly, I'm groping, Ostracised by a phantom, He is real, he hides inside my head, He really is there, He's lucky, So lucky that I can bother to find the time, to waste on one so dismal, and so dark, and then I remember times in the park, hopping on stepping stones, while hiding his bottle in my coat, He's getting rather frisky, As I hold onto his whisky, Protecting his heart of gold, inside my summer jacket, You're not allowed to drink outdoors, all  of his assets hidden under my clothes! (C) Livvi
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
Our afternoon by the river
My my, how things change in a year, from going from no-one to one, you, Yes, You, who I hold dear, You are stuck between my teeth, Fixed in my eyes, You're making me weak, My strength you're depleting, I'm fading away, Too quickly, I'm groping, Ostracised by a phantom, He is real, he hides inside my head, He really is there, He's lucky, So lucky that I can bother to find the time, to waste on one so dismal, and so dark, and then I remember times in the park, hopping on stepping stones, while hiding his bottle in my coat, He's getting rather frisky, As I hold onto his whisky, Protecting his heart of gold, inside my summer jacket, You're not allowed to drink outdoors, all  of his assets hidden under my clothes! (C) Livvi
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
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