Biography

I love her mind, but not in the slightest did I know her name.
She was the blank face in my dreams.
I always played the guessing games trying to find out how to approach her. Life may be a struggle. Sticks and stones do inflict pain.
But the word rejection tore me apart.
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Oblivious synapses, flashing lights,
Frames collapsing, distinguishing nights,
Born sinner affliction vindication,
A Crowe picks at her brain, conservation.
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Eyes still and wishing,
Sunrays on their faces,
Grasp of set minds,
Unexposed to a cold world,
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Wouldn't trade this fireside chat,
Or You on the balcony, more
Beautiful than Juliet honestly,
Remember the times,
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Concepts of daunting wonders
Imagine her imagine queen
Standing next to me
Should I speak up knowing
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