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8 - 6 - 01
2:21am
Leaning on the verge of a smile
Never caring much about your style
Following blindly, again led to trouble
Swallowed words encased in a bubble
Speaking one's mind, thought to be sin
Never a mistake I shall make again
Words come easy when you are not near
The response to them I suppose I did fear
This beast we call loneliness, can be turned to friend
Submit completely, thus you're arm will extend
Come to terms, the words were laid
Time has weakened, alas I am jade