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[_____wreckage]

I am itching with words that I could say to you
That are filled with romance and wisdom and all the curls and curves
Of perfect literature... of all the good and right things in this world
That ever made sense.
And yet, with all this talking
None of it will do any good.
The best advice is never taken.
So if you listened to my words, instead of your made up mind
The advice wouldn't live up to it's full potential
and you wouldn't be altogether human
and predictable
today I'm a woman of riches, cluttered with many worldly posessions.
Today I've got all the sorrow in the world
And no one to share it with.