Letters on the table notes beside the bed no explanations when romance is dead Pardon me Pardon you I must leave now important things to do We pass by like strangers that stand beside the gallows of a hung man Eyes to floor and ears to the windows where the cold winter storm paralizes the garden Stone heart beaten hard by bitter words self-righteous soul snaps the limp to break the rose
Reason for writing:
Reasons.........None.......Just A bitter Truth!!!!!!!!!
"All that I have come to know of myself, is by that which
I have learned through others." A question, is merely a way
around an answer given prior, to the same question.
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