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Wonder Calls

 

Ding, ding, ding
life's about to sing
but I'm not ready

I confess
I lie still, a mess

fried
there's nothing here but mush
no, no, no
unearthed it pushed

I didn't pull
except the draft
there's no turning back

the pain stings
at least for now

I can't explain

worthless, breathless
emotions ride
then tumble

I stumble
I fall

pick me up
please, please
pick me up

you don't know how bad I'm cut
I only bleed my love
and it's colours
match your moons

embrace me where I fall
my meaning
my wonder calls
Written by JusTim_
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