Dear Four Minutes

Your influence wasn’t good enough.
You’ve knocked her down.
You’ve deluded her.
Where are you by this time?
Surrounded by these thorns,
Your shadow’s not there.
Oh Four Minutes!
Damn so unfair..
Ain’t wasted but worse
Worse as what you can be
And there’s one thing you can’t even see
Oh four minutes, maybe perhaps,
That She is Me.

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