Idle
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i awoke and pondered how the day would unfold
then i paced and wondered what each minute would hold
'til the seconds unfurled and the clock hands whirled
and the smirking moon curled, the night sighed, stars twirled
Truth be told, I only saw what is real
Because my heart is an open sore that I do not expect to heal.
You see, a beaten and battered heart knows how pain feels
So it lacks all remorse when it comes time to kill.
