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"Eew, Red"
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Happy So bothered by the little things,
The differences,
The instances,
The essences of slips and sins,
And expenses and pretenses.
But somehow something draws me still,
And claws me till,
The awe and thrill,
My heart fulfill.
Which hasn't happened yet.
I don't believe it will.
And I won't leave until,
We lose the naive chill.
But, even if we do,
There's something I don't get.
Cuz every waking moment,
And sometimes when I sleep,
I feel a subtle glow sent,
From in my heart so deep.
- Lo Ruhamah
I really like your poem, I don't think I understand it in the same way you wrote it, but it really caught my attention!