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i left the east side for a west coast beautya girl who burned my thoughts like kissesshe was down by street decreeshe swore she
´d pull my best years out of mefat painted lips on a life wire beauta tangerine girl with tambourine eyesher face was my favorite magazineher body was my favorite book to readthey say that all poets must have an unrequited loveas all lovers must have thought provokating fearsbut holding on to you means letting go of painmeans letting go of tearsmeans letting go of rainmeans letting go of what
´s not realholding on to youi left the rough side for a seaside babya chamomile smile that pouts on cuefor every moment i breath her sighher bosom contains my sweet alibiin an emotional mist she breathes in fogand braethes it out as garden flowerswhy me of all the tough talking boys ?i guess she heard my heartbeat through the noisethey say that all poets must have an unrequited loveas all lovers must have thought provokating fearsbut holding on to you means letting go of painmeans letting go of tearsmeans letting go of rainholding on to youmeans letting sorrows healmeans letting go of what
´s not realholding on to youthey say that all poets must have an unrequited loveas all lovers must have thought provokating fearsbut holding on to you means letting sorrows healmeans letting go of what
´s not realholding on to youi left the east side for a west coast beautya girl who burned my thoughts like kissesshe was down by street decreeshe swore she
´d pull my best years out of mefat wet lips on a sea salt canvasgoodbye picasso hello dolly/dalithe soil is fertile where her footsteps trodthey say that all poets must have an unrequited loveas all lovers must have thought provokating fearsbut holding on to you means letting go of painmeans letting go of tearsmeans letting go of rainholding on to youmeans letting sorrows healit means letting go
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