She doesn't know much.
She is only sixteen.
But no one knows much,
of the monsters she's seen,
Or the battles she's fought,
some lost and some won.
She's made love to moonlight.
She's cradled the sun.
She's tasted the salt,
of the world's constant tears.
She has her own joys.
She has has her own fears.
She knows you are filthy.
She knows you are clean.
But she doesn't know much.
She is only sixteen.














Devious Comments
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Your head in my hands, and this is, my cue, if three words could heal you, I'd only speak two...
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Lie in the shadow cast by dawning truth.
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Well it may be the devil, or it may be the Lord, but you're gonna have to serve somebody.
-Bob Dylan
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Well it may be the devil, or it may be the Lord, but you're gonna have to serve somebody.
-Bob Dylan
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Lie in the shadow cast by dawning truth.
She's made love to moonlight.
She's cradled the sun.
She's tasted the salt,
of the world's constant tears.
I absolutely love this. I just turned 17, and I wish I wrote something to commemorate that.
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Fueled by
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Well it may be the devil, or it may be the Lord, but you're gonna have to serve somebody.
-Bob Dylan
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"There was a time... when I... fed from golden chalices. But now... Don't look at me that way!"
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Well it may be the devil, or it may be the Lord, but you're gonna have to serve somebody.
-Bob Dylan
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