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| Too Deep |
3/31/2020
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When time stands still there's nothing left but time.
A poem forming rhymes.
The outside world getting quieter.
The inside world getting louder.
When there's not enough love to be handed down from up above.
I cry myself to sleep.
We're all in this too deep.
We're all in this too deep.
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