Swirling chaos
A shaking hand
A pleading voice
The ultimatum stood
Neither of us believed
It could be made if stone
So you told me to do it
You told me to stand with my threats
You told me to leave
It was then that the swirling chaos
Focused on me alone and shattered my heart
Then moved on to solidify the deal
The shaking hands always stayed
But I didn’t
And you let me


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