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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You were a fantasy that I was obsessed with until you said your goodbyes I pick up the phone in surprise...it was you, desperately in need... I’m in disbelief… Shed relief upon my grief I reduce to ash… Guilty for the wrong I’ve done to earn this cash In captivity and spell-bound by deception Drenched in pride and depression I’m growing old I’m sheepish, never once bold You’re a tale untold You will pay sevenfold I fainted when I saw you leave my side I paint my face the colors of the rainbow I’m growing old I’m sheepish, never once bold You’re a tale untold You will pay sevenfold I hated the fact that you took a long time to decide You need to wipe away the tainted sorrow I’m growing old I’m sheepish, never once bold You’re a tale untold You will pay sevenfold Plastic bliss marinates my tattered soul this silent night Yesterday is underneath us now…let go of the past’s regrets – the devil’s winning I’m growing old I’m sheepish, never once bold You’re a tale untold You will pay sevenfold Numbness takes over me – blanket me with God’s light You were my five-leaf clover once upon a time; now, my mind’s spinning I’m growing old I’m sheepish, never once bold You’re a tale untold You will pay sevenfold I’m in disbelief… Shed relief upon my grief I reduce to ash… Guilty for the wrong I’ve done to earn this cash In captivity and spell-bound by deception Drenched in pride and depression I hung up the phone the moment you yelled at me and uttered words of greed Can't you see the agony, springing out of my eyes?
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