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When To Yearn
This brain spits numbers to an analog body
Trouble syncing
Agreeing
In this realm
I call my universe.
Until the two quench harmony
I drink oil from snakes
Dream there is a place for my Choreography --
Debate purpose in a world
With a sea of mouths agape
Dripping venom
Ready for me if I ever
Allow myself strut out
Seek pearly blue eyes
The acceptance I’m learning
Not yearn.
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