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Jan 2020
I feel stuck, a jack in a box
Pull my crank, I will appear
Not me, but rather one that is faux
A facade shown, to appease my peer

But if stuck, akin to schrodingers cat
Because true feelings i hide with a mask
Unknown if Iā€™m doing well with pent up feelings
Feelings that got my sanity reeling

Cursed this arrow that impaled my soul
Mundane enough that I fell in a manhole
For I yearn to be romantic yet timid
So back in the box, stuck Iā€™m winded
Reimers
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     Fawn and Bogdan Dragos
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