She had a daring look
One that could knock you off your
feet...
Then Shook.
holding her gaze was more than just compelling
After all the fighting and the yelling.
But who am I telling?
She doesn't come out much now
She doesn't hold her look
At all anymore.
She just crawls
to retrieve her heart off the floor...
An endless cycle
She just doesn't want anymore
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