Always Wish You Well
Oh my goddess, she is modest; in the lessons she has served.
She makes me wonder, but not uncover; for my thoughts I feel reserved.
And each situation, I sense vibrations; their mood: be love be hate.
But why the barrel; no void but sterile, I can't opinionate.
And for the lacking; the voice is slacking, the words I cannot spell.
So here I sit, without a quip, but always wish you well.
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