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Invisible Penthouse Suite Shoulder Tap

it has been a long time since you've seen me
you wonder if i can still write with my left hand
you looked for me on the beach side
all you found was a pair of pants with empty pockets
you searched for me on the sound side
all you could find was a couple of used up pens and some badly damaged pads
the footprints have been all washed up
the cell phone has been abandoned and badly damaged by the elements
you do not notice me on the balcony of the penthouse suite watching you search for me
you do not discover me me waving at you as you look around with sad and brokenhearted confusion
if i give you more creations to entertain the passion's palate, would you yearn for more if i pointed to the right 
will you see me again
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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