sometimes the light
Sometime the understanding
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like daggers
I cant think of anything else.
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you once so confidently
I found you at the pool hall
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sobering
I must admit
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robert
I stand in a room full of strangers
beer glass in hand
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Write It Again
I sat there
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irony
The wretched irony becomes apparent.
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religion
"We do expect you to marry someone
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nights
If I have to -
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the nightmare
The chain lock snapped
I only wanted to surprise you
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john
at the other side of the room
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touch
the lust
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the Hand
the Hand
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love poem
You are the air I breathe.
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rendering me
the heat
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the tears
the tears
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oh mother
perspiration
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this may sound
I dont know
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there I sit
there I sit
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How could I not love you
In hysterics, we danced as we
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ice cubes
I wondered if youd have the patience
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When I Am Weak
There are many times when I am weak
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I Cannot Love
my eyes
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