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Little Did I Know


A place to ourselves as we cleaned off the shelves

My, how things pile over time

Our hearts were racing as our fears we were facing

The whole night, I ate maybe a dime

 

It was new and exciting, it was thunder and lightning

An ineffably beautiful storm

What I wanted to hear, you spoke loud and clear

My face grew rosy and warm

 

What I wanted to hear was also a lurking fear

The ground beneath us shook

For the walls I had built were starting to tilt

And I thought I was closing our book

 

Little did I know that when I said "No"

I'd begun a recurring trend

For today marks one year and I am still here

Tell me, when will this end?

 

12/06/18

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