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The smoke comes out of your mouth like a dragon As you blow it in my face You surround me leaving me no means of release And no breathing space You try to hide your evil ways In the form of a tight hug Whispering words that make me cry in my ear And then brushing it under the rug "What happened to you?" I want to scream Seeing icicles harden your every word The man I fell for months before His ...
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