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Triplicate

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I let down my walls for you My armor My shield My robe It’s something I rarely do Open my heart My soul My being… Read More »Triplicate

Bullseye

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And that’s where it hurts Right in the heart That stab, that throb That should feel familiar But feels new Every Time

What If?

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What if we let down our walls? Let the dark and light shine in? Made no judgment of bad or good, Of virtue or of… Read More »What If?