Whiny Violin

Whiny violin is how I feel.

High-pitched to torture.

My apology creeps forward.

 

Take this plee, reason with me.

Forget it, i will stop.

But somehow...still a hold on me.

 

Sepia is even lost.

Now, here; black and white.

Select all; cut, don't copy or paste.

 

Let me please run away.

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[Ed Hart]

Walk, don't run...