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What comes around could be avoided.

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Could you hurt me, yes you could

though would you hurt me, no

but what if hurt it came about

and you weren't there to know

What if it struck and cut me down

or slowly crept upon

me like a fog, a rolling mist

with you unseen and gone

where would I turn that pain to bare

with no one to placate

around in circles once again

myself alone to hate.

◄ Who's afraid of the Goat

The Kissing Gate ►

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