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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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