the unabridged reader

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She yearns for that which she fears
She burns for it so deep, so clear

She freezes upon its beck and call
She knows enough to fear the fall

Lost is the heart that sits and churns
who dreads and waits for its next turn

There’s nowhere to come back to
And nowhere to come back from

It’s an endless present
A regurgitating concept
Of fearing a misstep

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