Well, We All Have Our Differences..., by Lovecrafter
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Your friends
So well attired
My soul
So very tired
Your eyes
So sharply quick
My head
So badly sick
Your trends
So well equipped
My hands
So deeply whipped
Your dyes
So darkly lit
My dreams
So brightly fit
Your bends
So well twisted
My hopes
So well misled
Your lies
So swifltly killed
My fears
So slowly filled
Here's another discussion topic. Oh come on you know you
love these. All right...Have you ever felt like your best
friend or just anyone in particular just does not understand
you? |
Posted: 2010-02-01 01:56:35 UTC |
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