a gift to see the hidden unseen mysteries
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Don’t ask me to make a dessert
After I say I don’t make dessert
You digest the truth of people’s
Hidden secrets
They don’t think you read it
Or see it
Between those blurred lines of their
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Sorry I forgot to note,
Attimes i wish I could be nothing more than a quote,
Don't mind the energy it's just another eulogy,
Sung by the cranky components in this broken heart of mine.
