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May 01, 2010
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That Smile
that smile you gave methat little tilt of your headnothing could save meno matter what I said curl of your index fingermischievous twinkle in your eyestaste of your sweet lips lingerall hinted, of my demise I let you lead me astraybeyond your bedroom doorlisten to the words you saytelling me what's in store I know I'm a dead manwhen you sink your nails in mejust part of your wicked planto never set me free you'll reach into my souland tug at my fragile heartuntil you reach your goalthe power to tear me apart will you leave me in despairwith a pile of broken partsor will you work on the repairof two lonely broken hearts that smile you give methat tilt of your headdon't ever set me freejust as well be dead copyright 5-1-10 huey horton (hippiepoet69)
— hippiepoet69, May 01, 2010
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DawningDaytripper
16 years 1 month ago
What happened to the Dung
hippiepoet69
16 years 1 month ago
Thanks Julie
magics02
16 years 1 month ago
Great one here poet
hippiepoet69
16 years 1 month ago
Thanks Mona
xena465
16 years 1 month ago
Dear huey
hippiepoet69
16 years 1 month ago
Thanks Zena
jetz
16 years 1 month ago
Hmmmmmm, seems in my
hippiepoet69
16 years 1 month ago
Thanks Sue
Tim
16 years 1 month ago
Huey, thought I’d return
hippiepoet69
16 years 1 month ago
Thanks Tim