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Can you turn my Black roses Red
Thursday, October 2, 2008
A stranger with your door key
Compartments,
everything neatly organized,
everything
in it's place.
Until
you
came along
I can't put you in one place
I
can't
label you like everyone else.
And your here to
stay
,
so i better go buy a new cabinet.
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