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All this time, and I still can't fathom
How inveterately gentle you are;
You are an impossible amalgam,
A sundry of delightful examplars.
With soft words and a sonorous message, You uplift my head and attention. For once, I feel each cog in the assemblage, Empathy bleeding beyond comprehension.
Tears catch in a grin, The world thrums in concordance. I know so little, to my chagrin, But I'm grateful for this chance.
I won't forfeit peacefully, That I'll ensure. I may have arisen arbitrarily, But I won't leave obscure.
With soft words and a sonorous message, You uplift my head and attention. For once, I feel each cog in the assemblage, Empathy bleeding beyond comprehension.
Tears catch in a grin, The world thrums in concordance. I know so little, to my chagrin, But I'm grateful for this chance.
I won't forfeit peacefully, That I'll ensure. I may have arisen arbitrarily, But I won't leave obscure.
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I'm a very busy physics major who writes "poetry" sometimes. I'm really into dadaism and the artistic revolution of the 1960s, and, cringey though it may sound, I think there should be a revival of that movement, which may be why I stick around here sometimes. It may be worth mentioning that I'm an atheist; I appreciate your religious sentiment, but all you'll get back from me is humanly good will.
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