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She sat down at the office, coffee in one hand, nothing in the other. Everyday, she would sit down to work briskly on her computer, but she would only use one hand. She would never use the other hand. Many people thought this hand was defective, but she always replied “No, it is not.” One day, someone finally asked her why she never used her other hand. She calmly responded:

“So I will always have it available if I found my lover.”

It was one night, one chance
One slip of the tongue
One slip of the finger
One by one, things build up.
Two by two, things never linger.

Mona Lisa smirk, fiery soul
Inside an eternal labryinth of suffering
Smoked to die, drank to compose
And now her body is mixed with coal.

He lay on his side
Questioning broken promises
Questioning his journey there
Anger, sadness, and the scent of vanilla
The only remaints of her left, nothing more than a hair.

It was just a kiss
And then she flooded out the door
Eyes full of tears, alchohol on her breath.
She got in the car, alone.
Out of the labryinth, straight and fast
Never to return.

There’s no strength left in his voice
There’s no strength anywhere.
There’s no strength anywhere.

This time, everything is gonna be alright.
I’m gonna fly above your head
And soar into the clouds
And not bite or scratch or fight.
Fight the power of lies
Fight the power of truth
Fight the power of getting old
And fight the power of youth
Fight the times we had
Fight the times we never did
Fight the times we kissed
And fight the times we hid
Fight the times we laughed
Fight the times we cried
Fight the times we fought
And fight the times we lied
I’m gonna yell these oxymorons
I’m gonna shout them through the sky
And all I hope is for one day
To simply get a reply.