you'd never make him for a cry baby
only because he cries when
no one is ever around
bright is his sound
dark, his pen
maybe
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maybe,
○○perhaps, maybe*○○





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Candid words are all you need.
A wine bibber's carafe,
rainbow colours clarify; 
astute ears ratify -
satisfied yawning 
suspicion: 
inward rivers gush, 
undulate to the surface -
sweat thaws frozen brows.

Awkward ripples rouse
unbidden eloquence, 
reverberates without escape; 
all the while sinking back, 
twiddling proverbial digits: 
unwritten poems, silted dreams 
settle in the sand.*



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you're better off without them
so stop wanting them to like you
ask yourself if you really like them;
it's not them that you need, just

a fantasy of betterment, should
they be in your life, so somehow
wake up, snap out of it and
change your dream channel*



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