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So you ran away, i'm sorryIm a chain letter,
That hadnt got the chance to get to you.
Should have known better,
Youd see my lustful words had threats (too few).
Im a chain (broken),
That just couldnt keep the dog-you by my side.
Keep the doors open,
May the north winds bring you home with each new tide.
My Maestro.The Forensics concluded: Murder.
My Maestro said it's suicide.
He pushes keys until theres silence,
Violas strings between my thighs.
The Forensics, they told me: Poison.
My Maestro doubtfully hemmed.
He adores silent places with echo,
On my staves I compose | condemned .
The Forensics kept saying: Pack this up.
My Maestro held both of my hands.
On his stages hes fierce and breathtaking,
I suppose he knows I understand.
The Forensics showed up: For the body.
My Maestro escorted me out.
He is tall, and has long, boney fingers,
I am his, without a shade of doubt.
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