We've been like flings
Of disarray feelings
You give me sober lights
But most of it full of ended nights
Of notion dreams,
Of not coming true,
Of what not to do,
Of not to expect,
But wound you mind
If I ease that thought?
Waiting..
A blaring woman to a slated man
From a slated man to a better ones
I do, I do understand
Leaving...
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