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your direction is south of me
but still you are my dominator
miles below but rising higher
I am so confused, you used
to be, I know that you were once fond of me
but that was a time
which I still remember now
though I wish it would stay dead and buried
as it has no part in the present
participle
lovegun is shooting blanks
subtlety of a tank
leaving nothing to no chance
I am so disturbed
when you are around
with me
holding me, holding on
even though I let go
still I’m tempted over you
we are two
who is true to life?
I am so defused, I used
to be, able to hold you close to me
but now I haven’t got the nerve
in case it triggers off something
inside
that died
and we buried
but is now raised to life
lovegun, Russian Roulette
maybe hasn’t finished with me yet
but whether your name will be
on the bullet
I don’t know
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