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Looking for something reminiscent of,
like there is no hands on the clock,
and that takes time, my love,
I’ve lost the combination to the lock.

You started wild fires,
and could not put them out.
these addictions and desires,
I could not live without.

You have me trapped inside
my imagination today,
the paint on the canvas dried,
the powder blew away.

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