from a bottomless moment,
to a pit of spirraled dreams,
I hate her reflection of days and of nights,
she sees all as negative,
plunges at pain,
strikes towards tears,
I see another self of mine,
I come with the pasted realization,
I want more chances,
but she grasps for the weakenings,
it's like i've been jabbed for the weakenings,
with a different side,
her rebellion is the shadow to my heart,
I feel sunken into the card gamers trap,
for once we come face to face!
what do we call this?
a criminal's psychotic desease?
an untold story from the behinds?
wickedly with decay,
"come along, hither closer!"
look where the tracks have put me in now,
a sign maybe?
I shall call this Georgina-
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