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She Studies People
Starve me of a laughter that was unbeknownst to you;
that came in molten, rolling bundles as I came passing through.
It was a smile forced by none, besides my clumsy charm,
which I could always draw from you if I took your arm.
You had a fancy for the way I defied the local form,
but adequate was not enough to defer you from your norm.
The consequence as we collide was not apparent then
and I can't speak for you at all so I speak for me instead:
You've gone along your worldly fair without a second thought,
despite the crossing, knotted strings against which I have fought.
Your mark has never left from me and I wish like mad it would,
for all the good it never does and for all the good it could.
You were the winds of change upon a sweltered driving youth,
and as the sweat did pour from me, my eyes saw only you.
But victory is out of reach and you are not my prize,
to fight and win or fall and folly; you will not be mine.
