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A Fair Weather Wander Lust
maybe when i'm left,
it stimulates some chord of happiness,
and dilutes the muddy water of pessimism,
that i'm apparently a swollen, angry river of-
which in itself is quite depressing and negative.
always wondering the purpose of where
and who i am.
does anyone ever really know?
or am i hidden within a tomb,
incapable of lifting the stone,
and climbing out into sunshine of adored personality?
or is it all just the fact that you two have convinced me,
persuaded me that the value of this state is,
nothing but hyper, moody weather
and graves?
don't forget your son.

By southernblood

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