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Come close enough and see Now I am completely immune to your nature; To your poetry, to your savagery For all that I have been The likes of hobos you see in documentary films Weary, walked I a furlong in despair Covered another one in grace But never ran out, my ernest will With all the youthful intentions sowed Little weird, little strange Like the clear rainbow after a treacherous rain O how I wonder, if we share an affinity for solitude To throw our little monologues to each other In the dead still of the night As the moon shines with grace while the sun sleeps That bondage of mutual respect All well balanced within a cosmic breath A muse, under a divine roof Although the twists and turns of life is a constant companion The magnitude of my rambunctious behavior knows no bounds And plays a fine role
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