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Razors In The Night Thinking back to the night, the night that we spent- I couldn't help but to think that you meant You needed a friend, a truly good friend- You had a space in your heart, a space I could mend. I never wanted to hurt you or to toy with your heart, But how can love exist when only felt on your part? My eyes must have been like razors, Razors In The Night... For when you said "I love you," all you felt was MY fright! Christopher T. Moore November 30, 1989 |
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