Feeling artsy. Finally decided to start
100poems. So we're beginning with a bit of cliché fun, though I feel some angst coming on ;)
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what do you see when you look at me?
what shade do i make your specs today?
cause i can tell you
oh, i can tell you
fact won’t come into play
i keep some things to myself
inside
and I hope they don’t show
oh, i hope they don’t show
you look at me
i ask, what do you see?
and the crowded world in its multi-colored specs
always sees something else