The Latest Fall
No strings but falling in love,This the truth conspired.
From truth to darkness to giving in,
The dawn's here and I'm still tired.
Weakness noted, duly marked,
Theres no running - I'm falling fast, and how.
From all my playing in the dark I get to here
To you, to this, to now.
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