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Jul 2012
Even the purest compassion
Has its violent edges
But only when it comes to you
I wanna hug you, I wanna kiss you
I wanna love you, I wanna **** you
Get me off this wretched unmerry-go-round
You reach out with caring gestures
A smile and maybe a frown
But you only care about yourself
All the little things you did-
So cheap, so unimaginary
You put me in a den of vices-
A house of ill repute
And still I want to flash
All my colors for you
But you’ll never see them
You see in shades of grey
Which go to procreate
My feeling blue, my red of rage
Now there’s nothing left to say except
Are you alive?
Are you alive?
Lucy Tonic
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Lucy Tonic
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