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Unseen love.

Self centered but beautiful,
too beautiful for me.
He said his name was 'David'  
I came in a GT, Ford.  
I sat in Gucci, stolen from my friends wardrobe  
and at the wheel 
I tried to steal the last cigarillo from the open box. 
It dropped to the floor as you approached.  
Rented car.  
Rented luxury.  
Oh, how sad we fake ourselves  
for what we want our lovers to see.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
Published | Edited 10th Feb 2011
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