Turnstile
Have we allowed with permission, torn apart left us wishing

For an ounce or a shred of dignity, I see this turnstile is for me

It allows me to rebuild again, manifest love from this pen

The urgency of which I speak, is for them that comes to seek

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My prayer, my plea, this turnstile spins for me

My prayer, my plea, this turnstile spins for me

Hope lost in this abyss, too often the forgotten risk

Hands lent in this passage, a whole of pity won't let us manage

Hurtfulness and deep sorrow, forgotten thoughts of tomorrow

Sadness in your remembrance, what next the hesitance?
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Now, right now, my plea, this turnstile spins for me

Right now, my plea, this turnstile spins for me

SPIN!!!

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