Long ago
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And so it begins.
My love for him I claimed I’d never have,
His face is beyond beauty,
The taste of cigarettes as he kisses me.
To you, an important being,
My, it has been a while do you not remember when…
Oh I am sorry, that is very rude of me to assume.
I touched the side of the peeling green house.
The weather has torn and chisled it away.
It used to be bright and proud.
It was a strong house, but now it is dying.
