I saw a crying shadow
She wanted help
Plea seeming so innocent
Pieces of sand in clockwork
The noise wasn’t perfect
Face telling time
In the end she ran
Ran with my kindness
Into her pleasure
Warm and fuzzy
Heroin’s heaven
Into veins, cloud seven
Not nine
It’s reserved
For the right and honest
Not the shadows that con us
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