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I dream |
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Hope is nothing but a mirage. |
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Love is the bullet that kills me. |
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You're all i want |
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And as you screamed curses at me, |
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I stare, longing at you |
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I have three new poems |
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The longer i wait, |
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Dont you hate it when it always rains on your parade? |
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Now our once light love drops deeper each day, |