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SweetsWe run blind, / Hair blowing, arms flailing as / Blithe heart’s make a blind start

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NervesI cannot let this / Swelling band of grating glass / Disintegrate me.

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Realising the InevitableYou always know its too late / To save, / When that pulled-tight knot

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