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time shift Second thoughts have taken a second glance and left me - floundering in a puddle of our history. Something akin to heartbreak shackled to my every thought - scraping my resolve raw. Butterflies in my head, a fellow named Dread my new best friend. Slogging forward - only to be dragged backward spiraling through yesterday to stand on quicksand and slowly melt. Again. Ripped from my future by a certain smile - bound to another by a tether of platinum and ice while careening around the bend. Spinning on the dizzy edge stopping on a dime - a vision of you standing out in a crowd. |
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