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The winds of change change not for me,
Like a broke string kite ripped up in a tree.
Yeah, I took a nose dive from a hundred feet,
But my maker and I wern't ready to meet.
I still have some wounds, my soul needs healin'-
'Cause a whore had my heart,
And pieces she was stealin'.

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The following comments are for "Tomorrows Yesterday"
by damifino

Worse Than a Broke-Dick Dog
It's better to have wrecked your kite...
Than to never have flown it at all

( Posted by: awhippingflame [Member] On: October 6, 2011 )

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