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In my youth, I was  very passionate.
I wanted to express my love, for my
drummer boy. Many times I would be
pushed away. He was not so passionate,
as I.
Being very handsome, he was always so

concerned about  hair. Wanting shirts
to be just perfect. Always afraid of
getting messed up.

My shirt is fresh, watch my collar.
Control yourself. I don't have time now.
Communication was never a strong point
in our household. I have to get to work,
I'm running late, don't get frisky now.
An argument once occured, we did not
speak again for three months. This is not
good with children.

A HOUSE IS WHERE YOU DREAD AND FEAR,
nOT MANY THINGS YOU LOVE ARE HERE.
nO ONE TO WELCOME YOU IN,
gLAD WHEN IT'S TIME TO LEAVE AGAIN.

(c) copyright heather burns