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The mistakes caught up
I was half expecting and regretting
To know those words of promise pure
The hardship saved me but then engraved me
I wanted how faith could fold, secure

control my therapist to let justice go
It's part of the privilege, not knowing us both
Like a distant dalmatian barking for love
I'd kiss this forever if the dots would dove

so why don't crave me the same way I do?
The mistakes caught up in words of two
Cold I can cry now knowing nothing's true
The mistakes caught up rewriting a poem without you


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