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Moments are lived with in
Cuffing links
Are locked within
There’s a gap in there
Its not secure
She’s going to slip away
His past comes to light
Holding her heart tight
Eyes feel with sham and fear
Heart is a game
But its playing in life
Scared to quit
What can be love
From when they first began
Mentally she was second
By the minute and second
She w...
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