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I fished you out of the water, then dropped you at my feet,

I unveiled your eyelids , so that my beauty you could see.


Of your purity and innocence I could’ve fallen at my face,

but you tumbled over, looked at me lost, and with it died your grace.


I asked for your hand, then took mine away,

wanting to see if you stumbled my way.


I unshed you, I open the casket, because I dreamt of you, if you were still there,

but you got stuck in a moment, and this fascination for you I could not share.


I uprooted you, I needed to put you back in the mold,

so boy, reborn you be, for now I’ll put you on hold.

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