THE SIGN THAT I COULDN'T READ
good, so good.
good. 'til it's bad.
shoot an apple of my head...
others are puzzles, puzzling me
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Lisa, for now...
you pucker upp, our passion's spent. another love I would abuse, no circumstances could excuse. too much poison come undone. cause there's nothing else to do, every you and every me. like the naked leads the blind, I know, I'm selfish, I'm unkind. sucker love, I always find, someone to bruise and leave behind.
good, so good.
good. 'til it's bad.
others are puzzles, puzzling me
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