Frost fell from his fingertips

As he apologized for the score.

He didn’t realize it would hurt her

But she really was a whore.

Set two pence on the table

Against her bashing pride.

She called him names and hit the wall

But she knew the man had lied.

Sometimes all we want is love

What we get is up in the air.

We reach and reach for substinance

But it never gets us anywhere.

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