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2010-07-05 | |
Going to bed
At the crack of dawn
The memory of his face
Stays printed in her head,
Like a raindrop from another decade.
She winks at freedom
As he sees opportunity to weaken
Crippling her soul
In an encaged home.
Making her want to taste more.
More than before,
Less than regret,
Nobody tells you
That it can't be forgoten
Life's gambling bet.
Smiling at the devil's table
Won't make you win the ace
Cause the jokerman will barry
The feeling somewhere down deep
Without a single trece
And as you're covered in wet grown
Petrified and out of place to hide
With the realisation of defeat in mind,
All alone, still without request to bind
Black holes spread turning thoughts into grind.
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