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My Cycle (low)

Yea I've been here before;
I've sank down and drowned
like death has been found
and traces of warmth can be felt no more.

You're a high to my low,
a citrus sweet zest,
I let my heart go,
with each kiss of your breast.

You're a low to my high,
for I'm cut and I'm shot
for I find that I'm not
a single glint in your eye.

Yea I've been here before;
I've tasted the tears,
torn esteem raw,
eventual future of fears.



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  • Brooklynn Tainted gold member
    April 1, 2008

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    You're a low to my high,
    for I'm cut and I'm shot
    for I find that I'm not
    a single glint in your eye

    hey love this its so full of emotion and its ahain so good