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It was anything you —


I could do it for you if you had —


Confusing intimate and inanimate

An objection

Of how your confusion makes you an inmate


Holding thoughts like love is just an object


Try to pull back your words but actions will remain final


The innocent and the guilty

© The Sad Owl

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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