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Bed Bugs (1, December 2012)
Is it wrong,
That your happiness,
Means nothing,
And yet everything to me?
I wouldn't care,
If you found someone else;
As long as they make you smile,
And fill your heart with warmth.
But the happiness you found with me,
I want to crush it,
And turn it into ash.
That your happiness,
Means nothing,
And yet everything to me?
I wouldn't care,
If you found someone else;
As long as they make you smile,
And fill your heart with warmth.
But the happiness you found with me,
I want to crush it,
And turn it into ash.
Published 9th Dec 2012
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