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Leave me out with the waste; this is not what I do
She was walking alone through the woods. Her cheeks were red because of the chill wind. Snuggling a little more in her grey woollen coat, she closed her brown eyes to stop the endless tears from flowing.
It's the wrong kind of place, to be thinking of you
She tried to remember his touch, his kisses, his warmth. It's been five days since they've talked. He brought her a bouquet of white roses, as a goodbye gift.
It's the wrong time, for somebody new
He was back with her; her and pure blood. A silent sob left her lips into the silent night. She told herself that it had been coming. It wasn't a surprise that they weren't compatible. Even without the prejudice about their heritage, they were too different.
It's a small crime; and I've got no excuse
They were never meant to be. It's what she needed to tell herself to sleep those three hours a night. Despite all that she still yearned for him.
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Leave me out with the waste; this is not what I do
He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. She was pretty, gorgeous even by any standard. A drop of sweat dripped from his nose in between her breasts. A moan slipped from her red lips.
It's the wrong kind of place, to be cheating on you
With a final push he emptied himself in her. He didn't feel anything. Her long body softened and he noticed her breathing steadied. It didn't even come close to how it was with her.
It's the wrong time, she's pulling me through
He left the bed and walked over to the window. His body told him he needed her, but his mind refused profusely. It wasn't allowed for him to have her. The only one in the world he would have given everything for.
It's a small crime; and I've got no excuse
She had thrown the roses back into his face. They left small cuts on the side of his face. He couldn't blame her, but he couldn't change things either. They were just not meant to be.
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She knew he was there, behind the large window. The moonlight made him appear even more mysterious than he already was. She laid down a bouquet of white roses, similar to the one he gave her last time. Walking away she held her head steady.
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