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Seldom, Seldom, do I feel

That which is fake or slightly real.

The single tie which does not bind,

The freedom trapped within my mind.

Seldom, Seldom do I see

Those things which lie in front of me.

Objects hidden in plain sight

Clear and obscure, limitless, finite.

Seldom, Seldom do I hold

The meek, the shy, the strong, the bold.

The torured soul, the longing heart

The homeless man with shopping cart.

Seldom, Seldom, do I find

Angry mouth, or tongue unkind.

Truthful orafice, lying teeth

Skin and bones with joy beneath.

Seldom, Seldom shall I know

The dancing girl at the midnight show.

For in her heart, a thing untamed

Ferocious beast with clawed hand maimed.

Seldom, Seldom will I touch

The troubled breast, with breath inside

Tighter closed the harder pried.

Seldom, Seldom will I love

The laughing crow, the dying dove.

Soul a graveyard, Heart a tome

Unhappiness its happy home.