False figure she drew
On my breathe board
Roses displaced
Not even replaced
With a mere goldenrod.
Heartbreak
Shouldn't have been
The golden rule
That rust in my blood
Even Steve Wonder sees
Future gone behind us
Out!
Ring lost it's hole
Ray Charlse, I played
Telling her 'hit the road'
Flesh eat flesh
Out there, dear Mary
I rinsed my hand
-As I sing
Heartbreak, I know...
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