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Black Jacket
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Spunky Fresh Im the one that they seem to get bored with
Striking bronze instead of gold
Shaky in demeanour
Yet strong enough to hold
And brave ultimately
without the prose
Not scared of being cold.
There will always be an ideal chill
Not quite enough to kill
But to leave my anxious soul fulfilled
I will try immensely to be still.
Your request though strains me ill
With pastel paintings,creating thrill
A presence is missing
way back at the mill.
See this girl climbing
That stagnant hill
Locating sights
lost against her will
Wants are now deserted
And all ashes she wants have been scattered
Between the dying pieces of wooded bark
See a synopsis of what mattered
Greenery now a fortress
