Living life in muted means.
You know he's bursting at the seams,
suddenly.
Pressed too close to a strangers face.
Wishing for an open space,
nobody.
Staring at a fashion window.
Seeing what he can't be into,
achingly.
He doesn't have a thing to say.
Praying questions stay away,
silently.
Sneaking out the exit badly.
No-one loves him as madly.
Awkward.
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