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Population

There are some who love
Some, who fool.
Some do badly. Both.

Leftovers are some,
Strangers.

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Moody

Mood, but nothing
A flying bat, exploring the dusk as it where
Nightfall.

Otherwise resting to lurk
at the upside down world, with a grin;
mocking at all those who believe themselves to be,
standing but straight.

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Unstable

Horses unstable
Wine’s bled.

When I starved my love from underneath the table,
“Ha Ha” you said.

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Title

Over a period of time,
You have developed a style

I can fathom.
I can fathom.

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aloner

I was born a loner.
Lived aloner.

You lived in between?
Lucky. You!

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