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Temporary Paralysis
His presence cuts right through me
-A freshly sharpened blade.
His absence speaks down to me
-Invoking the insane.
Frozen hearts...
have stopped their beating
Frozen feet...
keep me from leaving.
Here I stand...
Making my mark
Cupid's arrow...
Shots in the dark
-A freshly sharpened blade.
His absence speaks down to me
-Invoking the insane.
Frozen hearts...
have stopped their beating
Frozen feet...
keep me from leaving.
Here I stand...
Making my mark
Cupid's arrow...
Shots in the dark
Published 19th Jan 2015
| Edited 20th Jul 2016
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