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| I am bored with love<br/>and it's passionless limbs<br/>that drape over my bed<br/>in a lethargic state of impotence<br/>while wearing the same red heart<br/>my soul picked up hitchhiking<br/>off highway serendipity<br/><br/>Now here we are<br/>alone in togetherness<br/>trying to build dreams<br/>with two by fours and glue,<br/>but even a home<br/>won't tie us together<br/>when our hearts live alone<br/><br/>Poetic vows cliched<br/>into nothingness<br/>like all words do, eventually<br/>and we allowed <br/>our bodies to become <br/>another pair of hollow shadows <br/>that make love to a wall<br/>instead of each other<br/>and we wonder why<br/>the roses are dying | |||
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