Regretted Love

July 10, 2010
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The blood that flows through my veins,
It is steadily heating up.
When you say that,
When you do that,
When you fight with me,
You walk up to my thermometer,
And you breathe your steam on me.
Watch the little red goo grow taller,
To 80, to 160, to 200!
Sometime it’s gonna blow,
And I hope you stand back,
In the end,
You’ll always,
Regret hurting the things you love.

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