Jail's Cell
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Jail
Mrs. Flameman
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A time forgotten, long ago
Brings back memories and such,
To think of what could have been
It may have been too much.
What holds us back
With nothing to say,
Yet somehow Fate wants to intervene
And encourage a new day.
Patience is a virtue
And should not be taken light,
For when things change for all of us
Would it change for me? It might.
*bows*
Brings back memories and such,
To think of what could have been
It may have been too much.
What holds us back
With nothing to say,
Yet somehow Fate wants to intervene
And encourage a new day.
Patience is a virtue
And should not be taken light,
For when things change for all of us
Would it change for me? It might.
*bows*
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RedHairedandFriendly
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Evening Jail. 
*******hugs********
*******hugs********
Jail
Mrs. Flameman
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The blade pierces deeper into the heart
twisting, turning as the blood begins to flow,
The sufferage and pain increase
Surroundings begin to glow.
Feelings of solitude and peace
Quickly filling the void of dispair,
Her body gently falling
In his quiet empy lair.
He has no sense of feelings
Of what is going on
He'll never know what she was going through
And now what's done is done.
twisting, turning as the blood begins to flow,
The sufferage and pain increase
Surroundings begin to glow.
Feelings of solitude and peace
Quickly filling the void of dispair,
Her body gently falling
In his quiet empy lair.
He has no sense of feelings
Of what is going on
He'll never know what she was going through
And now what's done is done.
Jail
Mrs. Flameman
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Dusk turns to dawn
as the sun begins to rise,
He thinks about his life gone by
and tears fill his eyes.
An old man, a lonely man
looking back to what he lost,
The women he loved, and the women he left
All gone but at a cost.
The laughter and the passion
Distant sounds to his ears,
The hush of whispered voices
Now gone throughout the years.
as the sun begins to rise,
He thinks about his life gone by
and tears fill his eyes.
An old man, a lonely man
looking back to what he lost,
The women he loved, and the women he left
All gone but at a cost.
The laughter and the passion
Distant sounds to his ears,
The hush of whispered voices
Now gone throughout the years.
Tequila Sunrise
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Happy Independence Day to you, as well, dear friend. *takes one of those kisses and es ya back!
es ya back!
Tequila Sunrise
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It wasn't important, sweetie. Just some shit about feeling old.
