spewing words
tired of all the Beautiful People,
whispering and winking from glossy pages.
sick of shrill voices,
shrieking after the next.
- from dance floor partner
to bed heater.
leave me be,
walk on by.
I don't want your eyes
or default smile.
sometimes I want to hit rewind...
would you be so kind?
help me unwind.
to redo, reset and begin anew.
but, where were you?
I have what I need,
and maybe more than I deserve.
Quick flashes of Verve,
but I want more as a reserve.
I want to do the grand of planting a seed.
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and the otherside is the opposite but still fits in the same reality
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