Ignorance will not heal these wounds
Unearthed by the knowledge I can see
For the extremities of day and night
Blankets me with another disease
My hands do not gracefully fall
Onto a lap filled with bliss
These eyes cannot cast the stares down
That I desperately fail to miss
The hopes that were created for me
Were crafted from bitter threads of a lie
Emotions of uneasiness felt when I touched them
Just beauty in disguise, as I can now imply
The last days have gone by far too quickly
And the muse on my shoulder has forgotten me
I stand unspoken as I'm waved a last farewell
And dismissed of a essential hungry need
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