What to do?
Left for a random no oneStill believing in that special someone
My body held by chains
Because the love that still remains
What more is there to do?
The years we had invested
All the times that we'd been tested
To you this seems to simple
Like crushing an anoying pimple
A while it bleeds, but then recedes
Leaving just a tiny dimple
Poetry by Marcus
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Written on 2007-02-03 at 08:00
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