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Baby, don't you know
by Keith D Allison
God…
to find a space
baby, you makes me cry
tired of lies
Dreams
a symphony, that runs through the veins
to hide the pain
from your games
Guns, swords and words
they rip at
they tear at
the body, the heart and soul
Baby, don't you know
don't you know
when heart is cut
it bleeds
11/23/2011 Posted on 11/23/2011
Copyright © 2026 Keith D Allison
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