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Eternally short of speech

And losing touch with shore

I could do nothing more

To become one with your reach



And here I am alone once more

But there's been changing in me

I cannot say honestly

That my insides are in a knot



Leaning towards another side

A festival of smite

Star light, star bright

Say goodbye, say goodnight



Stormy time

That's lost in rhyme

Desperate for a taste

Though my efforts are at waste



Choices that you present

Limited variety and short of sense

And I've lost my train of thought again



And you're just so delusional

Even if you weren't so charmingly lost

I'd still feel some sympathy for the fallen

For the ones fallen in the bottom of the well



Upon the next week

We shall find what you need

Friday marks a new kind of day

One where we will simply walk away



Greet the reaper with a smile.

Maybe he'll back away.



And now I'm among the many

That are searching, training

Finding a new way to carry on

Among the many pretty girls I see



There's few that appear possible to me

Not by standard, but by my own

They seem to be the only real figures

Not simple blonde headed illusions.



Evaporate into me.

In whatever form you choose.



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