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An argument



Words sit on the tip of my tongue

Not quite rolling off as they normally would

Coz I'm trying to weigh them

Instead of having them flung

Upon you like a sheet of water

You looking meek

Like a lamb at slaughter

I just couldn't do it anymore

Coz I knew it tore

The very fiber of your being

And for me it was just a matter

Of avoiding a scene

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