January 6, 2011
Life goes on,?
But the love doesn’t.?
Light, dark, large, or small.?
We are prisoners to it all.?

She rubs on paint to hide her face,?
then takes a shot for some embrace.
?He knew it all along.
?But broken girls easily fall for sweet poems and love songs.

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