Antiquated Algorithm

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By Matt

Alone at home with my antiquated algorithm Rework the theory of my love Try to get in tune with her rhythm of wisedom She washes away with the monsoon rain Has misplaced her affection again As I see her suffer from another's game Another man's insincere trust Shrouded in his shades of lust Wishing her rain would come for me in someway Wash me out of this sea of regret Back to when we met that muggy sunny bright day With this peaceful pleasure she has provided I'm unafraid of the images I've seen So longs as she's happy I'm fine being divided

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