Snapshot the promise
as it freezes in mid flight
Before glass folds on wood
I sense your honour pull tight
The sponge of youth
firms to regular fear
Your word, your bond
not worthy of my ear
My need is inflated
my dependence dilutes
I seek cover from the words
your bow of declaration shoots
Snapshot the promise
on its downward path
Know from the past
it's best to laugh



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