While away they want you close
When you're close they are just gone.
All roses paths they make for you
but when you arrive all spikes slash you.
They are divine, gift from the stars
wild boars they turn as cast you are.
They lure all hearts of loving souls
Distant they are when time turns hard
Devoted women always are
to anyone that catches our heart
We always think they are the same
But life strikes back, as this fake is.
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2007-09-26
16:11:46
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