Thursday, January 5, 2012

When you said the veins in my left hand were shaped like a tree,
was that the very last time you really looked at me?
I’m in training to become as cold as ice
I’m determined to protect my feelings, to disguise
When I said I didn’t love you I told you a lie
There is no one above you although I try

My Maudlin Career all day always

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