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by Dave Jan 29, 2008 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Another guessing game? I'm getting good at these. Another nerve ending raped with pain; your existence: one million keys. Second chances, Instantaneous romances. A tree without branches, Still yet a tree. Bliss won't let me be, I'm in blood up to my knees, I rely upon your romantic tendencies, I'll take a chance, I'm good at these. Just don't keep guessing, please, You're always wrong. Always.