There used to be a cacophony
Of things that never found any words
Ironical, ain't it?
It's a harangue of unheard things!
But how it has no words,
When a pair of ears lend to you.
A daunting task of all
To tell someone why you are
well you!
As if you are this thing
They can fix!
Now who would tell them
That we ain't any sadist,
Or any lovers of melancholies
We just stopped getting disappointed.
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