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[bodytext] => I wonder what you see When you look at me I bet you don’t see a teenager Or a pre-mature man I came home tonight and stared at myself hard in the mirror Again I don’t see those things on the outside The light under the door to my room floats away from my back I touch down on the keyboard and pretend to write poetry. I don’t write poetry I feel Again, you don’t see a young man You know, Your skin is like a shadow to me I can always come back to it and hide From the heat And yet it is where I gather. I like the shadow It keeps me warm It tells me who I am. I am not a bad person I just want to be alone; I like to be alone. I like to watch things too. I’ll sit under my shadow and watch the world like a television set Some things just tire me out. I’m feeling what it feels like to live This is what you pay for admission Only lifeless nights and days without fresh air Grant you the night under the stars With the one you want to be there with. But do I want to be there with them Where do I want to be with them This is like those get rich quick scams you just gotta throw away Gimme a second Let me get one more glimpse There is so much here that you can’t see And I’m gone Where’s that paved road everybody walks on with a sack over their shoulder That’s where I’ll be if you need me [comments] => 1 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 64 [informant] => Ell [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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