Upon your cue,
On the way down.
My words quiver
To fall into right places.
I'm just the means.
You're the poetry.
These broken lines are,
Just the Interpretations,
And the misinterpretations,
Of the unfathomable
Mystery you're.
Your parents fought hard to Settle on a common name for you After your birth. As a compromise your dad Prefixed you secretly after his ex. C...
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