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meh. written quickly on the spot.

if you could so much as try to peek around
the harrowing nuances of my personality and
the bouts of insanity i am subjected to

you would see someone more than willing
to zip up the back of your dress
and who would be proud to walk through
catered ballroom halls
with you on my arm.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn