Hold on,
This will floor me
differently
Than any drug that's washed me into sleep
It's true
The only fault I'll take from you
Is how to run from what you wish to keep
And it only just occurred to me that, I may have told you a bit too much.
Not in an "Oh shit" kind of way, but in a, "Didn't I tell her that? and then, that too?"
It didn't make sense to stop at the time, so I paused and sifted.
Now, post-realization, I'm still thinking,
it doesn't make sense to stop now.
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