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jǫrð  Feb 2021
Synthetics
jǫrð Feb 2021
Overts and lies
Condescention, I
Noticed when you
thought I couldn't
You dont have to
Come here and smile
and extend a hand
to me with
false camaraderie
Don't bother
Feigning delight
When I'm ushered in
With the dawn of
some blistering
Winter morning
And when you wish
to spin golden tales
of grandiousity, refrain
Continue the day

And leave me out of it.
The History: People try to act like they don't have a problem with me.

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