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Pennies in my pocket in proximity to your name
Left alone to wonder what there is for me to gain
One says be my lover in secret and in silence
The other’s a proclivity in substitute and violence
Neither can be what I know you to be
A soul hand stitched to fit adjacent me
So I am left alone to think and to ponder
How I feel about my love life torn asunder
With pennies in my pocket in proximity to your name
And all conclusions saying ‘Ashley don’t play this game’