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Summerschool Sonata

It was cool for one pretty day
Pretty girl
Beautiful sky-blue aloneness
One and only
Not lonely
Now she’s still beautiful,
But they’ve become
Oblivious
Desensitized
Disinterested
Eyes glazed over by her hesitance to open her mouth and set free
Epiphany
Instead jail it with invisible chains on tips of terrified tongues
Of what, she does not know
Oh, to exist in a simple world
Wielding opaque wisdom
Without a look back
Daring to make fruitful
Unashamed
Funnies
Laugh at herself
Since no one else will
Searchings for that wisdom
That people secret
Successful
If only you knew
Her cold
Confident
Cruel mask of perfection
A shield
A great feather wall
Dividing a potential cadre in two
With me
Standing alone
My love in the wind
My heart,
Unfortunately,
Still all mine

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