Undecisive IndecisionsA Poem by Not here
I kind of feel
a little bit cold, just a bit old, turning to mold. I kind of think I'm losing my time, forgetting the rhyme, becoming a mime. I kind of lost a little bit more, shoved by the door, lost on the shore. And kind of not. I kind of miss that meaningful smile, staying for a while, lasting through all trial. I kind of hope we can be held. I am compelled. We always yelled. I kind of love the depressing song, and singing along. Swallowed by the throng. I kind of wish on the shooting star. Wherever you are, I hope you're not far. And kind of not.
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