With self-esteem I seethe
and clench, by locking horns
unlocking doors, and barge
right through into a room.
Serenity! Long overdue.
You all seem strange to find
me here. Was I not yet expected,
dear? I don't know why I fit.
Belong. Gone long since clear,
in meaning song and rose lit
dawn. Some spectacles can
never be removed from eyes.
You might be wise to not believe,
but if you ask me anyway, there's
nothing I can't tell you why.
Apart from we.
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