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busy,
the dial tone..buzzing,
the high,still soaring,
the brutality of a human,to another,
just thought she needed a sister,
to love and guide her,
no i do not want to see this,
another pretty girl,
lost to the alley of gutter girls,
a pole to dance on,literally,
stunningly the girls relevance was mimicking what i said then and again,
this is true,nothing meant anything,
except those quiet moments no one ever hears,
bruised memory,
taller tales than terror on television,
it could not come,so it did not come,
it came so it could not come again,
breathe,deeply,
exhale,and inhale the vibrance of feeling time,
shielding my heart from hurt,
potential lovers are submerged,till i find,
one love,one way,
develop the serum,i have the lips to taste,
and shes but a taker of the drug.