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Deception has been swaying all through the night

Hanging on to sorrow, clutching too tight

Duplicative reluctance, always in sight

Disappointment so grand, now brought into light

In your arms: a district unlike heaven or hell

A mixture of sandalwood & cherry, implausible smell

Shavings of virtue fall to the ground

Escaped from this lonely & miserable sound

Singing of sadness, suffer no more

Arms that release a soul floats to the shore

Much Love Much Life

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