Can I find you standing.
You move in circles of swindling patterns,
As I lose my path chasing.
Leaving enough hints for me to go on,
You feed my greedy curiosity.
I'm tired now, worn out and restless,
Rapidly losing my agility.
Sorry, your game doesn't amuse me any longer,
I think that I should be leaving.
Not here, not there, nor anywhere
will you find me now,
I hope you won't be grieving.
i like the way you have put it...! though i think know what this refers to.
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nice :)
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