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Rated: E · Other · Experience · #1501709
this is me...in one moment...at one time...handle with care...
As sure as the leaves slip away with the coming of Autumn.

So he thinks he knows me...my world.

If he is so certain...
perhaps he is right to call himself evil.

As I can not defend myself
and so his intrusive stare sees right through me.

Then how can he not know my turmoil?
How can he play?

With such a battered instrument how can he play...

And yet

                          he continues



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