Shame
I want to crawl away, underneath a dark table.
Past, and underneath, the dead-grey light, of the linen window-seal.
Take a blind eye to you:
Who did not want me!
I will not see the sun rise today:
Or bloom for you any longer.
I have more courage, than I can express. But not enough, to make you seem less. I don't want to last, until, I end, or someone makes me seem, like, I can't be what I was. I have more courage, than I can express. I can't wish upon, a will, that ends, like money, retired, upon the claim, so still. Its, so still, still, not enough make me want to shake my arms around. No. I don't I can't, I can't make it seem as if their, is not at something which makes me want to trust. I would. I would. I would. I promise, if I had the opportunity, to make, this a final. Means, to ask. I would say, depart upon, that way it blasts. the way it makes you sound more, like a passing thing. Or life a dream. I have more courage than I can express. But not enough to end, this scene, the way I am standing here, in the middle of a scene. No, I wouldn't make it seem.
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