Sometimes you
stand and think
about the
parts
you’d had
and now you
lack
and wish that
you could get them back.
Sometimes you
sink
into the bad
and cannot
find the good.
Sometimes
your heart’s
as thick and
dumb as wood.
Sometimes you
wish
you had the
time
to touch.
Sometimes you
wish
you wouldn’t
rhyme
so much..
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