So bothered with being cool; you lost your charm.

The come-up suited you so well.

You wouldn’t want to understand now, that we’d giggled over the faux,

now that you die to shower razor blades of your new life upon me.

Or is this the voice of the dejected, the mass of kinetics you left behind?

Still rumbling with promise.

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