You believe you have something I want.
Something of value,
I need to possess.
Those are sinister conclusions,
You wear upon your chest.
I have no interest in emptiness.
And that is all you have at best!
What I seek is something genuine.
Something one has,
That is not professed.
Qualities that are rare,
Are those I wish to share.
But they seem to be,
Since many I see...
Believe themselves to be untouchable.
And being able to touch,
Is what I admire and desire much!
And you aint got that!
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