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You think of me as
Rambunctious

All those vagabond years

But I'm a lover
A sophisticate

I know the solitude
Of loving

and I loathe existing

under pressure,
of our caliber

Consider it a spectrum
Of aspirations

I had to abandon those stale goals

what they expect,
What we dream

Extract the available enchantments
Over our heads

Removed
from everyone else’s adequate plot

I found a shimmering story

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