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In A Cul-de-Sac

I spoke

of the hidden

knowledge

that I have

aquired about you.

Catching you

in a state

of panic

makes me hope

for your voice

but after

the bell -

your state

only lasts for

a

satisful time

and then

I would

wish for

your heart.

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