Fifteen Minutes
as I slipped through your past
without leaving marks or a trace
I can't say the same
there's only me to blame
you crawled in under my skin
I can't shake you free
there must be a reason
that my mind's imprisoned
my fifteen minutes of fame
expired fortnights ago
but yours still stays with me
buried to a deep degree
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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