if all we see
is all there is
and daydreams do deceive
then coldness
is maturity
and dreaming is naive
but as someting claws
inside of me
for something to believe
i still wonder where
the wonder went
and why it had to leave
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damn, sometimes i feel bad to be reading all this for free. that's good poetry right there. write on.
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