My love
Is turtle
From my heart
To yours,
Your judgement
Is rabbit
From your eyes
To my face,
Clouded
Fogged
Shrouded,
And I can't
Shell out
The clarity
Any faster
Before your
Dumb lucky foot
Will trip you up
Choked
Won't you pause
Let me catch up
And touch you
Slowly but surely
Bring you round
And sit by me,
Glad you lost the race
Before I ambled out
Of your life forever
And you would have been
Left in your hole of regret...
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