24th Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling
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You’re the unexpected.
The uninvited.
You’re the emotions of negativity.
The taste of immortality.
Run now my steed, we must leave.
I wanted a companion, I shan’t greave.
Every freckle unordered covering your flesh.
There all cowards and they make you who you are.
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