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For two years, you were here,
and called into the dark,
were sharing poetry with your friend
while floating on your ark.
She thought that she would drown,
as once before, you'd thrown her down,
but you were right as dark is night
to hit back, payback all around.
For two years, you were here,
until the lass was born ...
was born to be two us is we,
though kicking shins, she'll flee.
For two years, all was quiet ...
You thought, you just might try it.
Then suddenly, your heart was heard,
her emptiness had grown absurd ...
Now kicking shins, you flee ...
she clings to what can never be,
As "It is written" in your mind,
that spirit that she'll ever find
to be hers ...
She loves you ...
and only you.
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