The End of an Affair. I walked to town wanted to give you a posy of roses, It was late afternoon in June and the florist was shut. The fuzz wouldn't let me pick flowers in the park, so I had two drinks in the bar, both of them for you, Since I don't drink anymore. Wrote you a card, but left it behind in a house of ill repute, didn't have enough money for a stamp. It now decorate a sad wall which tries to fool the world By being painted pink in a room where lust and disgust Intermingle… and thus my love for you ended.Birth sign: Scorpio
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