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lucky
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I got up and left because I didn’t want to die on the floor.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 67 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 09-19-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2722133
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you wanted to get lucky.
find the girl, test her insides
to see if they, conform.

(I never asked you to love me)

I got up and left because I didn't want to die on the floor.
so you couldn't look close at me and whisper;
"that could have been me."

(I wanted to be yours)
(all the time) all the time.

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8/26/2009

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