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Flowers - Nothing?
Nothing?
He stares at the phone
For one last good night
She’s gone to her bed
She doesn’t give a shite
But she lies alone
With him in her head
And thinks about she
Who lies in his bed.
And as both toss and turn
And wonder if either’s awake
He knows his heart
As she does
This nothing must stop.
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Category: Desired Love