When insecure and vulnerably malleable, I find myself envious of a few people I know little about. I'll mention one, because he's hardly troubled and often given beautiful opportunities I could never imagine. He is superficial as superficial sells and as suave as necessary to engage his audience. So I will dedicate this poem to him:
Your row-s are read
Uncouth yet cool
They make me wish
At times I were you
Wednesday
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wahh.. nice prose at the end!
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