they stuck in her throat the words that she whispered and lies fill the room and reside in her eyes he felt like a dog and he chuckled through tears and told her his love was as real as her lies she asked in a quiet dispassionate way if he cried to himself much when he was alone and this hung for a moment suspended in air like a feather which suddenly dropped like a stone everything rings with truth and amazement and every voice sings its' particular praise I am frail and gone over the rail she's young and she's lonely her bedroom is dark and the friends that she knew once have all moved away the shadows surround her and swallow her whole like a blanket they've come to extinguish the day how many times she said she'd never go? how many lies she lied we'll never know everything rings with truth and amazement and every voice sings its' particular praise I am frail and gone over the rail
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