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Jan 2013
I cannot go, she's always there
To take my place without a care  
She's putting locks on what I've said
For once she crept inside my head
See I've become her source of prey
And I can't seem to get away
Her pace is quick and on she crawls
Around my feet, I trip and fall
But though I stumble all this time
I'll fight for what is truly mine
She may proclaim that she has won
But I will wait 'til time is gone
For then a seed will surely die
The one who's love has been a lie
Olga Valerevna
Written by
Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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