Extraordinary
I see the power in your soul
and it frightens me,
everyone is so extraordinary,
and I am a witness, only a see-er,
If I could pinch myself, bleed into
your lap, fall from the greatest height,
if you knew my misery, would you
think of me as extraordinary,
what if I shared a gift with you,
what if I tried to entertain,
and touch, then steal your heart,
what if I succeed?
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