A drain The last week Last month The whole last year... It's been a drain. I'm so dried out I've grown a crust. I still feel some things The ones that really don't mean much But what I use to hold so dear Is nothing more to me. I used to hold intimacy with such high reguard Now it's just another weed in my back yard. The love and passion I just forgot one thing. I may seem bitter and cold To you But a warm wet center I still Hide deep, deep, insideBirth sign: Gemini
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