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Not
Again
Too many times I've felt the knife
The searing shaft of pain
That comes with one more parting
One more sweet dream I've slain
Each time I try to tell myself
Next time I'll do it right
I'll love the way I want to
Passion shall reach its height
But once we've got so intimate
Our bodies locked as one
And everything seems rosy
And good and true and fun
Along comes fear with his sly ways
Designed to kill stray hopes
By sowing thoughts of unease
Which bind me down like ropes
Until I see how trapped I am
Unable to act freely
And all because this woman
That I of course love really
Has stolen from under my eyes
My very sense of being
So I of course must dump her
To regain…
(unfinished… forever)
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