it’s all so serene
this feeling of being
loved, but not wanted
and lost, so it seems
even in my dreams
i am an unintended thing
a wayward, a praise song,
a make believed scene
when, instead of accepted,
it seems i've been bested,
underhandedly dealt
a winning hand tested
short of a miracle
should i ever be found
a man in the eyes
of a goddess under ground
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