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Starving at Tiffany's (Villanelle) by horus8

I will cross my heart, and hope to die While stuck in my past obsessing But i will not be your "Catcher in the Rye" You trained me to learn, and then to lie As i watched our love undressing I will cross my heart, and hope to die You made me swear that I would not cry I can look that unkept while suppressing? But i will not be your catcher in the rye When i broke down you still asked, "why?" Though i was torching photos, digressing I will cross my heart, and hope to die With tickets in hand you said, "lets fly!" You make me feel that i'm worth caressing? But i will not be your catcher in the rye Love was a trinket that they taught you to buy When you claimed all needs depressing I will cross my heart, and hope to die But i will not be your catcher in the rye.

Edna Sweetlove 15-Feb-21/9:52 AM
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