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she was like watercolor. no. She was watercolor. her bright red smile would slip through my fingers just as it came,
Achy bones, Tears I cry. I cried and cried I'm gonna die. Die this way, There is no cure for my pain, Four new doctors, They're all the same. The X-rays are normal. EMG too.
Your pink, rosey lips delicately fell onto the bones of my hips. Your beaming, bright smile can send my heartbeat and I traveling over a mile. Your dainty, lingering fingertips, could repair sinking ships.