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Its funny how it goes, how within the throes, of passion and of death One is aside, another gains breath I leave with a stumble, and a look behind. And I find myself fumbling, for cleanliness, and absolution And to the One who was shuffled and moved, with wires crossed-- I do not know the meaning of this, or the path which my feet tread. And maybe with some dread, She moves in your stead.
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Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 10:13 PM UTC
The stumble
Its funny how it goes, how within the throes, of passion and of death One is aside, another gains breath I leave with a stumble, and a look behind. And I find myself fumbling, for cleanliness, and absolution And to the One who was shuffled and moved, with wires crossed-- I do not know the meaning of this, or the path which my feet tread. And maybe with some dread, She moves in your stead.
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Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 10:13 PM UTC
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