Wires
it's a breakdown in communication
somehow the wires get crossed
or maybe there are no towers
for the words to flow across
it all ends suddenly
the same way it started
one doesn't give enough
the other pretends to receive
it is the fine art of deception
cloak and dagger I believe
I am an excellent sleuth
I still can see through you
please excuse my heart
for showing that it cared
giving what you needed
always being there
but now that it is dark
you can't see your shadow anymore
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