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novatore sang in the sun
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2019-05-12
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I am a strange and cursed poet
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delirious, destined, comprised
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of a million litle shards of light
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laying stabbed here,
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alone, abandoned, punishment for pursuit
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of a weird and perverse rite
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over-reliant on nuggets from days gone by
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what happened to the age where I used to so easelessly fly?
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tell me, my angel, the love of my life
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what do you make of this thing we call time?
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for an enigmatic sort of maelstrom has overtaken my heart
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and now I yearn for a world that does not exist,
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that I *know* does not exist, has never, will never
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in all of the atoms of my body
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and yet they call out to you
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burn in the depths of the night
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two ragged scars on the back of my chest sobbing
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for the fields in which we used to play the days away.
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I want to tell you a story
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of a girl named Lucine
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and the many exploits of hers
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which I've oft dreamed
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but the encore came out of left field
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for now I sit here among the tomatoes in my garden
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and revel in a world
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where such beautiful things can exist
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underneath my fingertips, lithe as my skin-
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despite the odds, are you and I kin?
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her arms would feel lithe,
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this goddess of mine,
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but I have the feeling
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I am proudly less than divine
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the final day approaches swiftly.
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I am nineteen now,
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and I must be brave.
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the time for hiding, cowering behind someone else is over;
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there can be no other way.
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damn it all! damn it all to the end!
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why do I persist in this place, for some semblance of "friend"?
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an expectation of returns on my dues?
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all you pitiful monsters want me to become a recluse!
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all these months I've wasted, collecting your facts
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while on everything I've ever loved, so relentlessly shat
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do you think me a pawn of some scripted fate?
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I can get around without references, even if it means I'll be late!
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stop looking,
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stop hiding,
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stop pretending you care.
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a perverse need to know,
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an addiction to hear-say.
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truthiness? *where?*
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if the world shall stand against me,
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and my right to exist as I am,
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then I shall stand against it in equal measure.
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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