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Back to Tims's poems shooting starno one's returned from where they've gone they're still out having fun it's okay that they forgot us we don't need them or the shit they posses because i've got you & you've got my love they were everything we wanted to be we found ourselves inside of you & me me & you we're almost the same you're priceless & i'm just worthless but i was like you oh so long ago what happened to the little red headed boy in the picture on the wall in the hall my cheap ideas are on sale again you can get two for the price of none i burned up & down & now i'm burning out trickling down to be washed away my fuzzy mind is out of her place we fell in love with the pain of love it's what we love the pain of love the pain of love like rain from above Tim © 1998 |