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Perfectly Puzzled
The picture on the wall shows people leaping From the cliffs into the waters far below She hopes to stay wrapped in his arms till morning But fears the clock hands move round far too slow He hears her call … Continue reading
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Tagged back stairs, cliffs, clock hands, desire, down the drain, empty bottles, floor, head and shoulder, lemmings, other side, puzzle, staircase
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