Dripping deceit Your eyes don't even waiver How can I see your smile when it is veiled behind such a dark secret? Flowers wither in the vase I curse the champagne and chocolate What did you wear, say, DO? No, I don't want to know. My mind is in a state of denial. Denial Denial Denial Have you grown allergic to my cologne? Do I talk too much/too little? Does my breath smell? Am I such a failure as a lover that you would choose to take recourse in . . . NO! My mind is in a state of denial. Denial . . .Denial . . .Denial
Did the door just close? Are you coming back? No! I should be the one doing the leaving Damn it . . . I can't even seem to get that right!
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Reviewed by Sol Solinski (Reader)
Reviewed on April 16, 2007
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Reviewed on September 19, 2004
WONDERFUL! I just LOVE your style and you are so humorous, even about sad things!
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