My Chair

How odd not to voice it
Choices are delicates
Thoughts swaying and remain unfit
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How bitter not to smell it
Fragrances are rebellious
Chapters unveiling some outfits
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How sweet not to feel it
Hurdles are hurting
Lessons striking some mindsets
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How bad not admit it
Lovers are Hypocrites
While romance plays its shit
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How many did quit
Outsiders are “perfect”
Values tricking the “Me” when I sit…

K-man
Misenheimer..