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Watchdog
Me, to you, is just a foolish young boy
Wrapped around your every move and mood
I can dance and sing out in the moonlight
But you won’t hear me make a sound at all
I watch for you from underneath the shadows
Out of the way from all the things you see
I’m not here to catch you looking at me
I’m waiting here to catch you when you fall
I stand alone and watch as others use you
Just like their other pretty paper dolls
A tear from me, a laughable reminder
A smile from you, a gesture even kinder…
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2007-09-21
01:01:42
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TD Euwaite?
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➔ Poetry