I Think

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Disdain swam curiously through my eyes
Heavy is the burden that brews in your heart
Deft callousness nurturing the smile you despise
I am lost within you, I am a vein that never departs


I surrender the moments that choose not to pass
Dormant despair plowing pass my cemetery thought
In all my fragility, I am broken by that which never lasts
Ethereal surreality in my failing gaze, as I wait for your retort

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