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These thoughts won’t become of me.

These thoughts cannot suffice

or simplify your standards

of who I am to be.

These thoughts escape me.



I am twisted an malleable

twisting and winding

around and down

your pipe dream.

There is nothing to me that cannot be seen

except for what I really mean.



These thoughts won’t become of me.

These thoughts cannot suffice

or simplify your standards

of who I am to be.

These thoughts escape me.



I am opaque when I am happy

yet so transparent when in loneliness.

I let the crowds gather around my

unraveling display of character

to watch me come undone softly

so they can  break off my pieces easily.

After all

This what they came to see.



These thoughts won’t become of me.

These thoughts cannot suffice

or simplify your standards

of who I am to be.

These thoughts escape me.