This is the girl, watching you.
Eyes wide, mouth shut, kneeling on the floor.
She'll bow her head for you, she'll let you own all of her,
but it will never be like she imagined.
Its all flawed.
Sooner or later, sooner for most, you'll trip, your words will stumble,
and she will look up at you, tears in her eyes.
Falling out of love again.
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