She
nursed him there, over a night.
I wasn’t so sure she wanted him to stay.
What to say...what to say.
But soon she was down, soon he was low.
At a quarter past...holy no...
She had to turn around.
When she couldn’t hold, she folded...
A dissident is here.
Escape is never the safest path
A dissident, a dissident is here.
And to this day, she’s glided on.
Always home but so far away,
Like a word misplaced.
Nothing said, what a waste.
When she had contact with the conflict,
There was meaning, but she sold him to the state.
She had to turn around.
She gave him away.
When she couldn’t hold, she folded...
A dissident is here.
Escape is never, the safest path
A dissident, a dissident is here...
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