I look at you, making faces.
You contort into mockery. The world perceived, judges
While you play our your genes
Silliness defines you, pervades
Whilst others worry about mores
You dance to your own tunes
Pacing, lost in thought, chattering
Defiant and indignant
Piques in the constancy of conflict.
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ReplyDeleteSomeone I would love to join in a dance.
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