vidad madas Poems

We once strolled,
Our rhythms were one,
With ignorance I left our path,
And synch with me you never could again.
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I know it comes easy for you
but I find it impressive.
When you manipulate your strings of
denial, excuses, and indifference,
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With each crossing of the blue imPERFECT CIRCLE the true bloods increasingly become unsettled,
With persistence each relation exceeds unattainable for the short handed tall men,
Clinging to suffer each passing MOMENT of impure unintentions,
Only to see the new sun fall again,
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