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"Not to me you don't !" Held down deceiving- Stephanie knicked her- she's bleeding now, Dry of desire; garages Retired of permanent doubt (Now he's handling his spout On his own) Oh they're laughing And leaving alone.... One more tear, Though it's dropped Dry as sand, And I'll stop all my lying, Not again am I crying my dear- Hand me paper, I'll stare At the wall Blankly dying: A wasted man trying To value his life While his innocent wife Shakes her head once again; So much terrible sin. On crumpled up tissue His lies again issued, He sighs as he's dreaming Of raw sewage steaming. |