Denying the World
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The repeated kind words, having the
same result, the madness of caring, while
the world no longer understands, too
busy buying name brands, & oat bran, &
things in a can, of course to throw you
off course, of the thought you just had,
previously sad, so pick one & illuminate
the sky, with the glance of your eyes, ok,
fine, I'm done now. Yet, dare I mention
romance, denying the world, & running
toward the thoughts of that girl, a
legendary form of shyness to confess in
worldwide words, yet not from my
mouth, when you are with me, wanting to
trust it's okay & that I'm good enough,
wow, all this stuff about beauty for this
little cutie, too bad the sadness is infinite,
& the cause is overpriced, with a
currency of constricting value, oh well,
I'll play with my computer instead.
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