How did you come
Through the window
Do you feel numb
With me as a widow
For do you like her
I’m sure that you do
I just might Incur
A little bo bo
Now you should say bye bye
And repent for your sins
For you and I aren’t just passers-by
Now come make amends
And tell me your sorrow
You must forget
And make sure tomorrow
You do not regret
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Author:
KittenMarengo (
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- Published: February 17th, 2018 21:51
- Category: Unclassified
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