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May 2017
By Arcassin Burnham


I was just a loner with a hoodie and a deep mind,

Use to call your name in a crisis but you seem fine,

My name remains a mystery to you just wondering,

If anything you say is bad now , it's not comforting,

Finding coffee and comedy fastenating​ Everytime,

You didn't help me when I was down now don't you ever give me time..

Don't you ever come around,
Don't​ you ever look at me,
Don't you ever talk to me..

Don't you ever come around,
Don't​ you ever look at me,
Don't you ever talk to me.
©abpoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/05/inferior.html
Arcassin B
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Arcassin B  23/M/Palm Coast , FL
(23/M/Palm Coast , FL)   
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