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The art of personality
so hard to master
like a painted beauty
everyone is after.
awkward gestures
stilted, clumsy tries
"we oughta be in pictures…"
constant goodbyes
to pasts we deem sterile
or silly tales of youth
we seek to be bold and virile
seeking some ultimate truth.
in our impatient time
we test our our newfound wings,
like doves in their prime
or some bird that sings
melodious hymns of grace,
of loveliness and class,
we listen in hopes to replace
that last bit of remainder mass
of a young fool
in love
with the rain.
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