Saturday, May 28, 2005

100% Huggable

Was she tired
Of your lifeless paranoia
Well she tried
But you had that cliff coming
And you were no siren
To be caught on the rocks
A ready smile
Covers a multitude of sins
But a multitude doesn't begin
To describe you.

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