| Hungry, Hungry Heartstrings |
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I'm getting used to
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you using youthful
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excuses to be untruthful.
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I understand where
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you're going,
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but not quite where
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you're coming from.
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It's quiet.
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I'm falling ill at the wheel.
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All jokes aside,
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I wish you'd look past the past.
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This isn't finished, I just needed somewhere to keep it written until I'm ready.
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9 Jan 07 |
(define the words in this poem)
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