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recondite leave me alone with my thoughts
they're gnawing at me
he condescends beside my conscience
it's clawing at me
with the warm wine in my hand
he stares to me
when i take a hysteric sip and drown
he sends no flares for me
prejudice judgments to conceive twilight
he has never known me
what has she said and done
for him to reveal this tone to me?
he looks out for her interest, and she for her own
could that ever be shared with me?
it's nothing a simple mind can compreheand
i presumptously consumed he might've cared for me
