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all the lost times
like tears in your eyes
wait till he holds you
to relenquish the cries
of no's and never's,lovers or friends
sex is like diamonds, soft to my hand
love is a lobour, pearls are made of sand

and my stupid rhymes
to hide all the lies
wait till he wants you
when he finally tries
to love and leave, to make amends
moments are frozen, cold to the skin
life is a game, only loser truely win

movments of mimes
are like when a child dies
wait till he hurts you
to say those goodbyes
of fear and loathing, the ending of ends
this is like entropy, hard to understand
this is worth trying, pearls are made of sand