Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Spring Awakening

See the father bent in grief? The mother dressed in mourning...sister crumbles, and the neighbors grumble. The preacher issues warnings...little miss didn't do right. Went and ruined all the true plans. Such a shame. Such a sin.
Home alone on a school night, summer longing on the wind...had a sweetheart on his knees. So faithful and adoring...and he touched me, and I let him love me. So let that be my story...

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