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People should not have been created;
so perfectionistic,
sounding so pinched,
so distant from emotion.
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There's not much of that,
now, out here,
where every form of solitude is flawed,
Faithless.
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There is a pulse—
And what’s behind
is no longer tangible.
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"You can be what you desire,"
Doubt utters
From your lips
But its wicked mouth is that
Of a different language
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When you face forgetful grief
You should teach it not to
Rain on you,
And soak you in sorrow