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I wish I knew just what to say;
with the literary skills
to make pain go away.

I had a list, a
little list of big
words; big big
words saying
small small
things - like
summer dew
and the joy it
brings.
A starling
sits, it sits and
sings: advice
and ideas roll
off its wings.

But you've heard it all before.

Pain and Love are
the same mistress;
one is dressed for
evening supper at
the manor, the other
for a night of filthy
debauchery at a
remote hotel.

It's all how you look at it.

What to do? What to do?
Won't someone tell me what to do?

I wish I could
I wish I could
I wish

<3

You say you need
to be fixed, but I like
you broken - I think
you do too, think about that...