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Boring as it is
Choking as it’ll be
Thought it will be bliss
Turning out to be me
In my truest form; dejected
And within myself confined
Thinking I’ll be resurrected
All this I designed

It’s going to be greener
Lush all along
Horizons will be cleaner
And life all song
Now I’m free
In the moment I was caught
While on a spree
That’s what I thought

It’s all fig and leaves
Yellow by my touch
Over me heavens grieve
My tunes are such
A curse as I am
For the expanse I sought
For all the sham
This is what I bought