Jul 26, 2007 12:10
You are shredded words
I hang my head on to sleep
And in the hours we are allowed
To spend our time together
I stitch you close line by line
On paper by my side.
Come we animals of secrecy
And let the world know
In riddle and rhyme alone
We are two halves apart
In a time that will never be our own
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that was a big kiss squished into your forehead
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I do.
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;)
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