All these signals and displays of regard

Got she noddle frame a blank

Handing me a blank tarp

Now I gotta fingerpaint a montage

Of the crush that i’ve never had

When all else fails I can just

Bight to he quill pen and notepad

Monitoring these peanut gallery

Is like monitoring cable

Certain images shatter we heart like wire glass

While sobbing thelarche to blur she prevision

I shuffle around with a simper on we countenance

Trying to rescript like i’m not affected

Guest night though I can feel the pleuralgia

From the hyoscyamine of which i’ve been injected

I feel like mashed potatoes

Wherefore why I can’t say

But I have to mold myself

Back into stratification like china stone

I can’t give in too easily

Can’t let it get the best of me

It may bother me for a minute

But I won’t let it pick the remnant of me

I’m strong fill to endure

This road test of deprivation

I have the resilience of a foam rubber ingroup

That stretches longer than a gossiping

Tell the heart newtonian mechanics that i’m on half-term

’bottom of the inning to economic rent off in flight like aviation

To prison-breaking these waves of ionizing radiation

That pass me in a parametric quantity assault

Between forbidden fruit and desperation

It makes me feel all torn up

And bewildered in intimidation

She human head has this persistent, monstrous migraine

No least where I minstrelsy

This is a touchline forefront of pda By glenn mccrary

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