The Bohemians Die

01Sep07

This is not a chance to justify our last dance. Because what I remember all the growing pains have disappeared and suddenly we are crying. Don’t cry for me lover.

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And thought that the keys were in the future but the million other women that were in bed before I got there just had to question it. But when you are young and woman you need to seek some shelter of it. And not like I am naive to this game but I am out of it, sick of it. And the aftermath of it. I am see the taste of the medicine. It is getting harder and harder. But as I look here. As I sit here. As I wander and try to be an entrepreneur. You are not here. And I wander where he dissappears to. Because I am not a lawyer. I am not a performer. I do not know Miami any better. I pretend to be here with a man I care for. I am so amused by all what is around and what he had given to me. Will you keep me? I am worried. S.S

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