She's got me drunk on water
I was intoxicated by the joy of pain.
-atticus.verses
...
I choose
me
You choose
you
...
Fall in love with
a poet
and
you
...
She does not shy
away from the
moon
for both of those
...
Her tears
are worth
of
gold
...
Suitors
call her
Victoria
champion of
...
she appeared like
the wind traveled
across
the ocean to kiss
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I loved her
not
because of
who
...
We pass on
the hurt
that we receive
...
I close
my eyes
so I could
see you
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