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life loses luster quickly
it has its moments
eight percent of the time i'm sad
that is the statistic
can't help it; i try.
and you can't help thinking i don't
i've never been on any sort of a roll
please, tell me again
of the demons haunting creative minds
how interesting panic is
when i tell you how my day went
i'd expect no less than lack of interest
and understanding
as you abruptly make to take your leave
no sympathy, please.
that isn't what i'm after.
don't be mistaken.
i just like to hear you contradict yourself
after an existential monologue
you covered your ears,
coughed up some selfish rendition of life
i appreciate your honesty, i do.
in that you don't pretend to care
i won't pretend i don't.

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the simple birds never
leave their nests
they build upon them yearly
creating more comfort
i am no simple bird
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