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I kept saying:
no one loves me
no one thinks I'm beatiful

What I really meant:
I don't love me
I don't think I'm beatiful
Anxiety and fears, components
of a complex compound
Many elements of emotions mixed
Atomic mass fixed
Unbalanced emotions
Dilutes every element of the equation
Catalyst elements of happy quotient
Higher atomic efficiency
To balance the equation
The strength of the compound
Equilibrium
All chemicals, sometimes need a fix
Just a complex thought
Mr. Maker make Mikel meet many merchants miffed, most million marketers merely merged, manfully managing more meritocracy.
There’s beauty in a silhouette
Despite the eyes I’ve never met
Her form takes shape and screams neglect
From lack of love to great extent
There’s the shadow of a marionette
A puppet on a string quartet
A solo act in-lieu of a duet
For someone who’s been heaven sent
The surest thing, the safest bet
The highest highs, the slow descent
Of lofty goals and warm sunsets
Instead, exists another ill content
each day

a colorful
array

laid out

one after
the other

with
scientific
names

I can’t
remember

each day

a colorful
array

I swallow

one after
the other

if I remember
pale blue eyes
I can see

through you

to the bottom
where you

really live

your white skin
is paper thin

appearing
fragile

but I know
you are

stronger than
that

you have been
broken beyond

any bones
and survived

you have
dandelion’s

breath

spreading life
wherever

you land
 Jul 2020 arthur samuel papa
efni
please dry your hands
before you hold me.

you're lovely but
you're clumsy.

and if i slip from you
once more, i may just
break.

13.07.20
i felt good for 8 hours today,
then i slipped, now i'm back.
i suppose i should be grateful.
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