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lost boy
By to love a psycho
you're lost little boy
kicking at the trash of your generation
swine
holding my hand
wandering the streets
reflections of reflections
distorting nothing
because that's all you see
bent appologies stumble onto metaphoric hearts
that are broken and returned almost carefullly
to its owner
your face is the essence of my tears
made from fear
what we are we'll always be
even if we're nothing
we'll always be something
you're lost little boy
let me help you find your way
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© 2006 To love a psycho
Published on Saturday, April 1, 2006.
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A former member wrote:
very beautiful:]
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On Monday, July 17, 2006, Thorn
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wrote:
This is priceless. I meant to comment ofn this before, but could not find words to speak. I still don't believe my words can do this poem justice.
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On Saturday, April 1, 2006, The Crimson Queen
(917) wrote:
"your face is the essence of my tears" crushing line, and a heartfelt piece. Have you showed this to him?
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