Ocean's Two
By killfish
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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She was the one,
Who would be the one,
For me to see the sea,
With her the girl, in safety,
Met with me,
I bleed sometimes,
Sometimes it stops,
And rots under my nails,
And hammers in my head,
To stop and understand,
The plan I have for,
Her to love me,
Get sick of me,
Give me one last chance,
And watch me fuck it up.
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