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[bodytext] => Hands tremble. An odd shake that resembles a motion so unholy as a hand to your lips. Fast food days left in a haze of a french fry craze and those McChickens, slathered in, mayonaise. I was poorer then. Maybe more so now but when i tried to be enough for you, you wouldn't let me in. The sex was good. I guess that I could have had a heart, cared from the start, but that thing about the baby, I guess maybe, I cared too much after all. Enough not to call you those names you deserved, but, after three times to fall, I guess I'm really not sorry, after all. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 22 [informant] => CodyJ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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