i was married to the stronghold,
held on to the back of a magazine
relived the reiteration
scuffled to the far side.
you're a song i vocalize as i read the libretto.
what if i carry an aristocratic disdain
day to week, to weakend.
have you ever felt this way?
wide-eyed.
oblivious, heedless, or ignorant.
perhaps naive.
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