'mystery'
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Shifting shallows, Shifting shadows
in the shallow deep
Salt from my soul seeps through to swim with her
sadness...
People yearn for attention, pictures, videos,
A contagion of media,
However,
I wish to recede into mystery,
A shadow in the background.
A well-dressed silent martyr of who no one knows the sound of their voice,
On a day like no other,
I lost my favorite brother.
On a dark winters night
The day we had that fight
My brother oh so loved me
he never thought bad of me
Until I pushed him away.
Dear YXU,
It has been a while! How ya been, ya schmuck?
I’m busting down your doorway and my blood pressure’s up
There’s a small stream of spit
Trailing form the rabid corner of my mouth