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She waits- patiently.
Holding- time for me.
Tells me- about herself.
She writes- everything.
Up and down for me.
Keeps it- inside herself.
As the deception reveals itself.
My morality.
A slave to gravity.
My sanity has turned to agony.
She hides- me away.
Can't speak- or convey.
Secrets- about herself.
She holds- all the things.
That keep her- lingering.
I take her- inside myself.
My morality.
A slave to gravity.
My sanity has turned to agony.
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