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The Great Depression
Caliber, thy serenading voice of wholesome freedom
Pronounce such great deficiency with excellence
Intrigue I, surpassing each factor with indulgence
I am one with loyalty; I am one with the “greens”
Gravity pull formation, as thy head is high
Shoulders spell out “elegance” into syllables
Even those illiterate ones could display hatred
I am envied, hated, jinxed and scorned.
Portrait beauty, an image of I is to be found
Such perfection to what is created, I am whole
Characteristics fade into scrapes of emotions
Handsome, they all call I handsome.
…mirrors are an illusion of the truth.
…much of denial, such of what is empty.
Never hungry, never thirsty, I do not appetite
Never angry, never forlorn, I do not smile
Never empty, never indecisive, I am solitude.
Wanting is factor where my arms do not extend
Yet wanting in my factual serenity is given… for free.
I need emotions, I need feelings, I crave dreams.
I dream of a heart, I wonder for a beat
I am what is wanted
Yet whom is not needed
I am what is forgotten
When my date expires.
I am loyalty’s misery
In a world of dirt.
I am the devil’s face
In a world of hurt.
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