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All this time, geared to loathe on sight. With a wave and a tear, I’ll say goodbye. But what if I could change? Be the slave you’ve always dared to make me. In love and chains, I’ll wait for change. In vain. All in vain. We used to be like earth and breeze, one true and warm, the latter lacking substance. It’s clear to me that on my knees I’m waiting for the kiss that’ll never come. One bright day I realized life’s better without velvet chains. I hope someday you’ll realize you’ve severed the friendship that could have saved your life. It occurs to me that roses used in tandem with poison petals could make an effective murder weapon.
Thoughts anyone? Feedback is what we call it gals and gents.
Thoughts anyone? Feedback is what we call it gals and gents.