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Snippety

"You're perfectly fantastic,"
she said with a smile
(the type of hyperbole
that's going out of style).

**

What I'm giving up
is worth what I'm
getting in exchange/return
so I'll accept the sacrifice.

**

There's life in these things.
There are years in the spines of these books
There's wisdom ground into the dust on the shelf.
But while their lives may have held our memories
These things don't hold our lives in their hands
We're still here and it will be better soon.

**

It's not that I don't appreciate the attention;
I just cannot handle the way I react.
My body betrays me with each passing moment;
I'll be at your feet before much more time's passed.


But this tale's a tragedy
(didn't you hear?):
When it's all over...

**

Clouds crawl across the sky

**

There's depth in simplicity,
wisdom in silent confidence
(or so I've been told;
I've not been there yet).

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