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May 2016
I feel like an anchor
Pulling you down
You are the ringmaster
I am the clown

You are refined
Loaded with class
When we go out
I act like an ***

You could fly
To such an incredible height
With me as dead weight
It must be hard to take flight

You have beauty
That's hard to believe
If you were smart
It's me I would leave

Even though it would hurt me
And break my heart
For you to reach your dreams
I'd gladly be apart
The Lunchtime Poet
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