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this, dear, is what we call just going through the motions by Lauren Pearllisten baby,
i have forgotten, somehow, just how
warm, warmth can be
perhaps i omitted it from memory;
more likey, i never really
held that knowledge to begin with
i could stop,
if i wanted to, it wouldn't have
been difficult to pull my hand from yours
but i didn't. surprising, huh?
i was just trying to justify my existance
by our reflection in some silty water
although i never proved anything-
all my aching heart has been longing
for is a goodnights sleep free of you. 05/14/2004 Author's Note: tonight, it hurts.
Posted on 05/15/2004 Copyright © 2026 Lauren Pearl
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