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Seasons came and change the time
What once was mine is not always mine
As an action set forth in commission of a crime
What once was indifference
Yet made it seem so sublime
The arrows took hold
They present as sweet but are certainly most bitter
If by chance we shall meet again
Baited, it grew still
Down to a hush
Silently; Softly
Leave me in a place where no one would think to look
Amongst the thickets of despair
The brush of a forgotten bush
To know that hope was stronger than fear
Has made me all the more hopeful
The possibilities replay on a continuous loop
What if she knows?
Had it all been for amusement