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I Saw The End From The Start

veiled her blue calculating eyes

perplexing glances in the gloom

doubts pierced my needy soul

doomed before I left the room

 

sultry night in old San Francisco

anxious moon smearing the bed

mood like some jack in the box

doubt running amok in my head

 

woke to discover a basilisk stare

examining my rank imperfection

my body was never the greatest

where is the...

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