The pressure to do it right….
The pencil shivers in my moist palm….
The bare paper laughs at me….
I strive to do it right….
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Your warm lips whisper and smile
The key to my lonesome days
Your blue eyes like gentle waves
Bring affection to my heartless dismay
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Cheerless gleaming eyes
Sniffling enveloped nose
Press a button and the mouth opens
Eyes closed at night
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