Poem By A.R. Brixton

open the gate
of wisdom and sorrow
for all those things you never tought about fate
and it's real,
like you and me

your eyelids, your eyes,
your mouth and teeth
seek simpathy from me

but i'm such a different type of person
and as they seek simpathy, I seek attention.

close those arms, oh what a dreadful shock
compassion for myself, compassion for yourself

and it's real, yes it's real.

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