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troubles your soul.
Something that creeps
into your bones.
Eyes looking but
can't see.
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Desolation raining
down on thee.
No amount of turning
will loosen it from me.
Sick from the pit
of stomach
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and bottom of toes.
Lonely nights.
Days of woe.
Darker than gray.
So long the sun
has been away.
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Feeling bee stung.
Up my hopes I
hung.
Dark days.
Darker nights.
Nothing will again
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be right.
Everything now
wrong.
No more suns to
dawn.
This is something that
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gets into your
soul.
All the lies you
told.
All the webs you
weaved.
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Me easy to
deceive.
Foolish love
blinding me.
Kisses sweet
confusing me.
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