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Ripped From The Child
Without my own.
Spend too much time.
He is not yours.
He is not mine.
He is hers.
And she is mine.
The blood has blurred
between the lines.
Amongst my own
in tangled lines.
He’s still not yours.
He is now mine.
He is hers.
And she is mine.
The bonds were strewn
in shattered ties.
Above my own
dismembered ties.
I am not yours.
I am only mine.
I am her.
And she is mine.
The strings that held
now broken lies.
Without my own.
Parade of lies.
He is not yours.
I am only mine.
He is hers and she is mine.
Stolen smoke has cleared.
And I seem fine.
Wow. This is my favorite of yours. That's ...all i have to say. So i'll say it again. Wow. this is my favorite of yours. :P
you're so pretty... ^_^
Love, Sally