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flickering screens, decoded dreams
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and I ;

loving an enigma
he was a mystery to me.
(and a programmer too)
I am not God,
but she is my prayers.
Such an
Oddly
Pleasant
Feeling

Being unapologeticly myself
Cry
I can't see  women cry so,
they take advantage of me.
Sometimes my mind is a shooting star,
blazing out a trail of brilliant ideas,
which soon fizz out as dust.
I looked at her and she looked at me. She didn't have to say a word because in her eyes I found the answer. She didn't want me anymore.
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