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She reaches,
Uncrontrablly,
For my Heart.
But this diatribe
is Missing now.
And unlike you,
I can't self-repair
Without a set of
Instructions.
So bold, so feverish,
I retreat into a coma
Protecting myself
from this poison.
Not easy and
A full time job, girl.
So you sat the sunrise
Out this round, but
I can't agree anymore.
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