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some lies
Left the fence for weeks
My head not there at all
Boys and books
Running or staying for a while
I was pulled into the table
Outside where dead ocra had grown
I sat pane passed in indignation
Hearing of my poor reparations
Cannot love you like I did
I love you more now
I ignored some things
I think you did too
Torn tied to mine wrist
I held up my end
I wish I did protest
Your actions had me spilt
As predictable as they were
Shocking as I'd seen
