I wish I were a cello,
So I could play as beautifully as I feel
But also the sadness
Could also appeal
To the higher senses
The greater complexity
The greater toxicity
Of a repeated liability
Leading to repeated gullability
Speaking in my secret language
Too complex to understand
In the hope the one I love,
Will never have to stand
In the shadow,
Of something much darker...
Darker by far...
Please tell me what you think
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good write! take care, sam (dreams27) xx

