Disdain me if you must
I combust for no one but me
i am a spark set free
I am the missing piece
To a puzzle that began a very long time ago
Slow and easy
I keep on breathing
Seething sometimes because of the lack of sublime
Nature
Surrounding me in this clown scene
Street sweeping
Penetrating glances
Always meant for
But not aimed at
Me
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