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Come To You

November 29, 2007
By Anonymous

Arms wide and breathing high.

Tears streaming down turning into ice.

My lips are dry, purple and blue.

My finger tips bleed, just for you.

Call for help and I will find you.

If you have no life I will give you mine.

Breathing high and sitting low.

I will always come to you.


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