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The mix
-er.
There seems to be
No common
fix-er
And the problem keeps multiplying
As soon as I start writing
My name down
On that sheet.
With my friends
Painful infatuation
The only escape is
Transcendence of the human situation
Finding love, illusory promises of elation
A bird taking flight
Is what I will feel
A string on me tightly
None to my appeal
My thoughts blow me away
From true friends to miss
I feel I’m halfway
Gone from the great kiss
