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One bubble of envy reflects green
One bubble of joy is rarely to be seen
One bubble of fulfillment sits humble but proud
One bubble of ego still sits boisterous and loud
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Why do I motion when they pluck your solitary string?
Lest I disregard your touch, I'll suffer all the same
Indeed you ensorcel my soul though scarcely do you sing
Your chambers fill with no remorse but fail to stake a claim
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How prodigious a pigeon that may fill this hole

Broad as a great sea, soaring like a tree
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Through solemn day and darker night

Weathered storms that batter blue
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Do you promise to watch her wherever she goes?
Remind her of me from time to time
Can you tell her I love her so she always knows?
I know she loves you but she’ll always be mine
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Curse me at birth
With no will to find my worth
Feed me scraps from your table until I learn my berth
Choose my hopes and bend my ears
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Fortune lies where promise hides, Inside a burdened soul
Sorrow offers no disguise alone she makes me whole
Her beauty matches every word with captivating grace
For I have never seen nor heard another I'll embrace
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They say a picture tells a thousand words
One word can paint a thousand scenes

Some say that dreams are thoughts to be deferred
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I anticipated your arrival

In dreams cast in the shade
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Sorrow decrees a parting of ways

Extended apologies remain sincere
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The Best Poem Of Peter Patriae

Bubbles

One bubble of envy reflects green
One bubble of joy is rarely to be seen
One bubble of fulfillment sits humble but proud
One bubble of ego still sits boisterous and loud
One bubble is burdened by the weight of regret
One more bubble is one too many to forget
One last bubble bounces without a care
Seven more bubbles are a step behind but still full of hot air

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