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Fight or Flight
I keep thinking of all the dreams
All the laughs all the screams
To not lose myself in the mystery
Of what is love verses what it could be
The sun is bright my thoughts are not
Isn’t it ironic that we live so far
But grew so close in a kind of fashion
Each call from you my food of thought passion
But what is this cloud of doubt
Why is it here and why so now
Could you be a Venus fly trap
Pulling me in only to ginger snap
All my life I have been alone
How could I find in you a home
If I continue to not answer my phone
Will love wither and dry to the bone
Or will you decide this is the time
To pack your bags and to fly
To face all doubts and to fight
For love for us for me your future bride
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Karen Jones
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