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Sensual Departury
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poems When scabs go sour
a cold running shower
is sure to prove you wrong
for lust and guilt are gently
spilt within this heart filled song
so sing with me the throbs of glee
to rescue my day through
for life is painful and destorted
when i'm not with you
my eyes are red these tears i've bled
are running down my face
don't look at me
it's painful to see
such sorrow and discrace
my love for you
was quickly through
with one blink of an eye
it was sad to hear you share a tear
when you said goodbye
