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She

She takes my scissors,
And the cord off my robe,
Walks away when we're together,
But checks up when I'm alone.

She sits on my bed,
Fills my bag up with food,
Calls every second of the day,
But never reads my mood.

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-rambles-
Written May 6th, 2006

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  • BlackedByPurpleRain
    May 6, 2006
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    wow, incredible, meaningful, beautiful.
    xxx


  • Ashes of a Shadow
    May 6, 2006
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    yes I echo those wows - I thought this was going to be a redition of the song Elvis Costello sang in Notting Hill - not quite ha ha - really nice job, never reads your mood -god damn, thats it right there - I know it so well!!!


  • Neon Highway
    May 6, 2006
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    wow, really really... wow. It flowed so beautifuly and the meaning behind it is like.. wow (i need some new vocabulary) Sad, but beautiful xxxxx