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Odds stacked, but the overbearing Often mistaken thoughts that are lending More and more credence to my mind Jaw slacked, but this mind has been sharpened Its more than a fact, we breathe brokenhearted But it's going to take far more than that this time We spoke once, before it was over We must speak again, cure the disorder You're the only medicine I have in mind Oblivion, or the loss of retention Mysterious, if only for the second Don't leave me sinking slowly into brine It only takes a start and You'll find yourself in time Down an over guarded Vaulted false start of a ending
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 8:19 AM UTC
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Odds stacked, but the overbearing Often mistaken thoughts that are lending More and more credence to my mind Jaw slacked, but this mind has been sharpened Its more than a fact, we breathe brokenhearted But it's going to take far more than that this time We spoke once, before it was over We must speak again, cure the disorder You're the only medicine I have in mind Oblivion, or the loss of retention Mysterious, if only for the second Don't leave me sinking slowly into brine It only takes a start and You'll find yourself in time Down an over guarded Vaulted false start of a ending
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 8:19 AM UTC
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