Invisible, Yet comforted

Step by step growing distance from self-identity

Blood of the hope and honest gets consumed by infamy

Being oneself subatians the pain from ridicule, being marked as insane

Or different, can't live by appeasing dopes

Otherwise the facade bites you on the ass, ha, butt of the joke

nor abhor the ignored virgin in solace called Reason

Come with comprehension, get a chance to cup her breasts

Logic enhances the squeezing

Enjoy her presence, cause time is short and divisible

But Reason will see one in high value, no longer being insible

 

 

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Me
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