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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Frankie says relax

You started being poetic about love.
And your best friend said nothing but just a sign of “i’m here for you”
And this is when this writing of yours is not for me.

Song doesn’t hit you.
And words only made people beside you cried.
The two greatest so far.

That really shows.

-C.K.-

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