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By Maxxine

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Our love's quarrel goes so deep That I find eating impossible to manage Or at night that I can't sleep, Our behavior takes its toll and damage. When we do not speak as much (And I've said that it just drives me crazy) All I think about is your hand to clutch. But as this fight goes on, the details get hazy. . . I didn't lie when I told you about my soul, (And this is a fact you cannot ignore-) Except that it's my heart you stole And I've never received this back before. All of this? I say it sadly! Sir! I need you! Need you madly! Written November 6th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 10:26 AM PST   0 • 8

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