Panic From Somber Quarters

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New-ish and New

Gather thought and strengthen head

star at stars but lightly tread

Sophisticated, overrated

Jealousy not incubated

Softly spoken in a box

Is it okay to be scared

feeling funny, filled with air

I want your essence to be fulfilled

I fear you need

someone strong willed

Agitated, slowly hating

Someone so close to me.

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