Half-Baked
Give and take:
I'm not a mistake
You want to make.
Throw you over
Or share the covers?
Will I hover
Or take lovers?
There's always time
For pleasures divine,
But soon comes the time
Life puts chips on the line.
Roses aren't blood.
They're cowardly-tough.
We'll have to give up.
We won't be enough.
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