When the heat rises, often tempers follow. Instead of words, fists fly. Read the paper ... murder rates tend to rise; keep your cool :)!
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July turned ides, in flow disguised,
how could I know?
Sienna eyes rides on her tides ...
that's how love goes.
How could I know?
Dusty trails hide traits once despised,
captures all lies,
that's how love goes.
How could I know?
Tore body, soul, all her insides
tears, muddy, slide,
captures all lies,
that's how love goes.
How could I know?
His words a sword, there's no accord,
which makes her cry,
tears, muddy, slide,
captures all lies,
that's how love goes.
How could I know?
Rages inside that he won't hide
linger, abide,
which makes her cry,
tears, muddy, slide,
captures all lies,
that's how love goes
in hot, muggy days of July.