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Though the days are now bygone When we used to blabber on and on When I used to sit in my balcony And think about committing this felony To be in love with this nightingale So sweet was the voice of this female And it went on and on Until we lost control of our own When the expectations rose to such a height That we started to talk until midnight I hardly used to hear her words As I was lost in her chords Because I have never saw a person so cloying That to get her, I would keep myself ploying Now I know, what was my fault To bring on her and myself, such an assault If I had the option, to do it all again I still wonder, would I like to keep it sustain? What I miss now most, is your gn and bye And with equal amount, your hello and hi Do you know, what I like to do in my freetime? Is to think of all the things I would say to you, incase you had been mine I know that, I have not been such a good a friend But I never expected things to come to such an end I tried my best to let our relationship extend But life had to take, some another bend I no longer enjoy these winds and rain Because you have left me insane Pondering about, what you would be doing over there But I do not call, thinking, who am I to interfere? Was this just the play of time? That you left me, suffering in this famine And now you have become so distant That to call me, you have become so reluctant? You dont know, how I miss you now As all I feel now, is this death so slow Let me tell you, as we draw to this end so nigh That your iloveyou to me , was so big a sigh That you became, the ******* of my high.
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Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
pratik-bhavsar
COCAIN
Though the days are now bygone When we used to blabber on and on When I used to sit in my balcony And think about committing this felony To be in love with this nightingale So sweet was the voice of this female And it went on and on Until we lost control of our own When the expectations rose to such a height That we started to talk until midnight I hardly used to hear her words As I was lost in her chords Because I have never saw a person so cloying That to get her, I would keep myself ploying Now I know, what was my fault To bring on her and myself, such an assault If I had the option, to do it all again I still wonder, would I like to keep it sustain? What I miss now most, is your gn and bye And with equal amount, your hello and hi Do you know, what I like to do in my freetime? Is to think of all the things I would say to you, incase you had been mine I know that, I have not been such a good a friend But I never expected things to come to such an end I tried my best to let our relationship extend But life had to take, some another bend I no longer enjoy these winds and rain Because you have left me insane Pondering about, what you would be doing over there But I do not call, thinking, who am I to interfere? Was this just the play of time? That you left me, suffering in this famine And now you have become so distant That to call me, you have become so reluctant? You dont know, how I miss you now As all I feel now, is this death so slow Let me tell you, as we draw to this end so nigh That your iloveyou to me , was so big a sigh That you became, the ******* of my high.
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dismember us meeting in the long dark bar made of old wooden doors ******* closed we nerved about conversation and drank the gruff dense social den drew in                 grew around us                                       pushing our minds about like the ember remains                                   of a sotted campfire ploying mother lens we shuffled into the other                       cleaved a little and uncleaved then  tuning out the winters night we did together leave
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May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 6:03 AM UTC
neth-jones
d i s m e m b e r 2
dismember us meeting in the long dark bar made of old wooden doors ******* closed we nerved about conversation and drank the gruff dense social den drew in                 grew around us                                       pushing our minds about like the ember remains                                   of a sotted campfire ploying mother lens we shuffled into the other                       cleaved a little and uncleaved then  tuning out the winters night we did together leave
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