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Meticulously watching your eyes to admire what you see,
Insisting I tell you lies with no civility.
Rather than judge your shame, I'll bare the blame,
Remorsefully begrudging any ability to call your name.
Openly I hold secrets you hide from yourself;
Resting where you placed me upon the shelf.
About the Creator
Glytch
Flying through the clouds
Dangling among the trees;
Living a thought freed.
Working as a professional figment of my own vividly wild imagination with hopes to live rent free.
Hobbyist writer/painter
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