You fell into my center.
I was spinning,
it was true,
You were that thing
flung into my gears...
You said I was a tchotchky,
You treated me as though
I was the trophy
of your win.
But it was You who fell,
no, jumped off of the mantle.
You treated me as though
I was the trophy
of your win.
But it was You who fell,
no, jumped off of the mantle.
You broke us both.
When You fell into my center.
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