Thursday, May 7, 2009

The Crime Of Bad Timing

there's a singeing tinge of disappointment in your voice at my saying of leaving
it recognition of the infringement of the chance to the past we won't be grieving
yes dear, I'm a thief of what we, know but don't say, both wish we could be liable
and lover, swift as it occurs I dig in the spurs and bad timing makes it violable

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