On, a bench in a park, awaiting
may in the dark...and the beating
of my heart sounds like arrows
missing mark, daggers drawn, to my dismay they just may last till
dawn, my mind spins, sometimes
I'm lightning, repetition is not
exciting, one plus one equaling
two, is right...but not enlightening,
speak a new truth, and only let you
use you, if you don't you lose you,
and why are we are this way, on
this I'll ponder and pray dreaming
with new eye's waiting for may
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