Eillio Imbasciati

Other than his life story,
He doesn't know what he did wrong
Life is lonelier without her in it
Her volatility doesn't bother him a bit,
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Receiving a medal for his mettle,
Running barefoot in the hot sand, constant in the summer race
Besotted by the color and shine of the prize,
Ignoring perceived stumbling blocks
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Price tag, personality 90% off,
Way off, not well-off
Saving little, no longer a face, just a disguise,
Dressed down from all the criticism, wearing all that examination around like it suits him
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Age is for the dead,
But he needs certain people to listen
Why not, why can't we have everything, without suffering and nasty conclusions?
Less noise for some, it's the beautiful answer
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He feels overcast,
Always carrying a degree of guilt about himself
Nowadays for him, the seconds feel like minutes,
Minutes like hours,
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Drawing in front of a picture window,
He just can't see that the lines are crossed,
As confusion tells the story
What once was taken at face value seems to have gone incognito,
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Due to past abuses,
He is sometimes unable to properly respond to immediate demands
Oh, the pressure,
This life and its series of different faces
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The weather gives mixed signals,
As does he,
With his simple ambitions and stormy demeanor
Emphatic about nothing,
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An examination of his personality says little,
It seems that the eagle's relative knows more
Watching from a bird's-eye view,
Never taking its perspective for granted,
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Hand smells difficult,
Life comes off worse than yesterday
Those who underestimate cannot relate,
It was a circus, but not the fun we expected,
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Once was explained about the concerns of reality and presence,
Also handed a bag full of issues in the process
Fighting to the death to cover up life,
It feels very middle class
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Ran to places,
Shown the paces,
Yet still spinning his wheels
Stammering, stumbling,
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A fight,
He won't
He'll just float,
A landscape into a dream
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Lived at the end of a dirt road,
For him, a beginning
Unlisted number,
But rarely listless
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A tenuous recurrence,
Events surrounding the completion
Continuity
Last consistent when he bathed his mouth in citrus,
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There's more effort and thought placed in letting people, and characters,
Be as their nature intended
Instead of operating the other way around
Lazy writing,
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White night,
Icy day
The dark humor that he provided continued into the afternoon
Daylight saving life,
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On most days,
He isn't exactly the pace car
In the past,
Took for granted being ahead
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Lost many,
In many ways,
Here near a rainy day
Puddles so wet,
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Vocally and physically brusque,
Rough-hewn down to the finest detail
Wanted to scrimmage with sharp remarks,
Only to make his point
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