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I can’t accept your empty smile
I hold in hand my hopes denial
Enjoy the look of longings depths
Run the path of baby steps
“Just a man” is what I quote
as I wallow in the castled mote
The walls slick, the gate tight
The mud so thick it conceals all light
To escape… I can’t seem to find the time
Nor even the vision of the blind
I seem to quit what I did not start
While continuing to burden my laden cart
I cannot accept your smile sir
Your own thoughts just won’t register