Thoughts that sometime...rhyme: Stolen love.

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Thursday, September 29, 2005

Stolen love.

I stood there naked, in another man’s clothes these weren’t my shorts, but they are my toes. I wasn’t married but I was with a wife, she made me smile, I wrecked her life. Of course he looked in the closed first of all the hiding spots it’s the worst. The shotgun was loud, the end fast I floated... Sign in to see full entry.

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