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on the face of it,
i'm kooky. like a coffin nail ;
i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped.
arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
set in concrete, you can't change me. |
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11:54 PM, Hi.
Friday, August 14, 2009
I may not have the softest touch, i may not say the words as such, and though i may not look like much, i'm yours. And though my edges may be rough, i never feel i'm quite enough, it may not seem like very much, but i'm yours. its her. |