Your wit was a muscle
You so shyly flexed
But I burned it out
In search of the benefits
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I would supply mediocre words
In exchange for your symphony
An unfair trade at its very core
Happy to share the melody
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If I ever found you narcissistic
It’s because I didn’t know the meaning
Standing in the presence of an unknown genius
An unforgiven misunderstanding
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First time I’ve sat down in awhile.
Ashley Kirtman 