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Cel-Shaded Gold

I forgot how to write
My God it's not sounding right
The way I'd shape my face by phrase on a page
The shades I'd make cry, pray, and praise your name

Out of the blue you chalked me on cue
To change the hue of my attitude
You say 'I'll pull it right out of you
And carry this, your arrogance
An arrow in
My vow to you'
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'The cleverest of all, in my opinion, is the man who calls himself a fool at least once a month.' ~Fyodor Dostoevsky
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