Quick; don't sleep.
You'll be drowned beneath those dreams you keep,
hiding in soft earth and lost words.
I couldn't believe the way you cried to me
after you shattered my perception of reality.
You didn't know;
her name was already etched on my heart like
a blister I just couldn't shake.
You can hear her singing;
"Oh, sweet resonance--
the life I lead is nothing but a broken romance;
and I'm in love with my captor."
She calls it Stockholm Syndrome,
but it reminds me a little more of...
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I like to smile.
Do you?
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