How long can you fool yourself?
How long can you find yourself?
I can see what's coming.
There were traps on the terraces
And the curls made your hair think
The yellow light and your cold black heart
It was blanco and torro that told me
I can see what's coming.
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whats coming, tell us
quit being so cryptic
wow. fantastic.
i love the cryptic aspect of it, even though it leaves me wondering...
I love the curls making the hair think...
The poetry loving, lurking friend of Cara's,
Wendy
Thanks Wendy.
:)
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