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Feb 2011
Round and round in circles

Trapped within our vibe

Never knowing what is real

I need to unsubscribe

But … how to go about it?

De-tangle from our mess

Eradicate The Cavalier … swamped in our sweet caress?

I don’t think that that’s the answer

I want the onus just on me

Otherwise …  

I won’t progress … to a functional degree

That old fickle finger of fate

Ensnared me in its womb

Life passed by

Clipped wings did sigh

I never stopped to question

“WHY?”

Now my pain is open wide

I need to lay me down to die

Softly

Softly

Softly


Teeth clench around our cord

Extraction of my sanity

Will be my just reward

And

As I watch you whither

Stumble

Blinded in the dark

I’ll know the futures rosy

Because …

**I stepped up

I

Disembarked
Written by
Bathsheba
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