Hi, I'm Ezra, I'm new here. Don't know what else to say except enjoy reading my poems.
I wanted to be gifted
But even if the stars shifted
I wouldn't even be a contender
Feels like I'm more of a pretender
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Who's more 'damaged'
Who can we blame
I'm surprised we haven't managed
To already throw shame
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It is as though I see real stars when I look upon those on my feet
The rainbow flags rest above flying probably lower than they ever should
The still-beating heart lies above that
The golden arrows upon what must be the beginning of my leg shaking with their rapid movements
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The easy route is always the fastest one
But it is not always the best
That much I am sure she who defies the stars can tell you
If you always take the easy route she said
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My dear, My dear, that is what I hear
When I look into my future and wonder into further years
I don't necessarily think of them as a lady or a gentleman
I just see my dear and that is what I hear back
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