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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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