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Drawn by choice....I flee? |
| Hints of a curse Lay strong on me. Or maybe worse; A conspiracy. I smile on cue But inside, weep. What I think and do Don’t match, indeed. A still, calm voice Says come to me. Come to me… Drawn, by choice, ....I flee?? Hints of a curse Has me all confused. Walked this far on this earth With the eyes of a fool. |