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Some sad.
But do you ever surprise yourself and look at them just right and see
even more beauty than you realized.
Position to confuse
Underneath a canopy
This is affective
I’m so confused.
Pull me in close
Hold me tightly.
My senses blind.
I need a touch
I need to be completed
It brings punishment
No excuse to stay.
Indulged in my waste,
What to do?
What to do?
What to do?
What to do?
What to do?
What to do?
What to do?
What to do?
What to do?
What to do?
What to do?
What to do?
What to do?
What to do?
What to do?
WHAT TO DO?
Foolish
It’s foolish of me, acting this way,
It wasn’t entirely you, I’m also guilty and must take the blame too.
It was foolish of me
It’s foolish of me
It brings punishment,
No excuse to stay.
Indulge in my waste.
Inessential usage
No smells of wood
No mold to grow
On a shelf I sit
I’m processed
Then burned.
I am a memory
I am as they say
Ashes to ashes
And
Dust to dust.
Why
Why are feelings touchy.
Missing who
But I do