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Ruby
I am at a loss
For the sake of my words
For the sake of my disguise
You tend to me with an imploring stare
I’ve searched for you yet you were always there
Perpetually unaware of my own solitude, I cry with champagne
Or anything withering
Or anything meaningful for the time being
I lost count of all your shades
The Sun rises and sets with you
I’ve wallowed till my despair created you
I am here, because you are here
I am at a loss
For the sake of my impeding freedom
For the sake of my dancing lies
You have me bestowed on a silver platter
Waiting for you to dig in
And as you get deeper you will continue to find me
Perpetually unaware of my own solitude
Are you the one who will find me?
You must be the one to find me
Be the one who will find me
Why must you be the one to find me?
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Marc Web
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