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SHE
She knows it's not right
Crimson veins wrapped like vines around his touch
No control over the heat of adoration
Such a shameful border to cross
Barely breathing when closeness closes in
It's a sad sin
The fragile side of her dies in thought
Life offers too many feelings
Still no truth from his quiet mouth
Intense stares with glares from windows
Living in the moment of cold hard rain
Sounds of clocks scurry time
Maybe it's the beginning
Maybe the end
Selfish flight of fancy fantasy
She feels so right with breathlessness
Tainted by the true love she has
and the new love she wants
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Maybe it's the beginning
Maybe the end
Selfish flight of fancy fantasy
She feels so right with breathlessness
Tainted by the true love she has
and the new love she wants
great ending. and isnt this how it always goes