A life liven for that awaiting
Stimulating the heart with thoughts of future
Events that seem to suit her
So frequently, you see, it mends me
It tends to be something missed
Although I never experienced this... tryst
Just the tears that form a fist
Pounding my soul for eternity's past
Alas, I received the truth that will always last
Why am I cursed to be the shy-est?
Like I was born with the Midus-
Touch, but everything try-est
A melancholy life-lessness...


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