Just one day...
Away.
For you and I to explore,
A new landscape.
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We choose what we wish.
And dish it.
As it sits with others,
To comfort or make sick.
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Forgers.
Circumventers.
Thieves.
Call them what you will.
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How can I stay in your mind,
And drench myself with longing?
How can I do this,
When it seems of late...
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Like a scent I did not invent...
I can not prevent or stop,
Images used with my words lifted.
By those who flatter,
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They would love to see others,
For what they are not.
To be those figments,
Of their imaginations.
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If it were not for one's ability to complain,
And given a forum to do so...
They would find other means,
To expose their self centered ambitions.
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Your point of view,
Has been made quite clear.
Even the repetition of it voiced...
With intensity heard.
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No need to apologize.
You have left no integrity here.
And there has been no emotional investment made.
Not one to make your absence made clear.
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They talk about their issues,
Within areas of 'their' comfort.
And this has to be respected,
If one feels the outsider with insight!
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