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Monday, March 24, 2014

I was free



When the sun
Goes on the other side of the moon
I remember the old days
when you owned my soul
And I was free
I think of you and what you meant to me
when the sun goes to sleep
And the moon comes out to play
the night has rhythm and a beat
that matches the thump of a heart
the black widows come out to play
Looking for their lunch
spinning their webs of deceit
what a venomous bite
 Making being eaten alive a delight
When the sun
Goes on the other side of the moon
I remember the old days
when you owned my soul
and I was free
The drum beats hard
The heart pumps the same
when you owned my soul
and I was free

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