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on your statuesquenessSince I've put you
Up upon
That pedestal,
My neck aches
From looking up
So often,
So maybe I should
Bring you back
Down to size,
And look you
In the eye
As my equal.
While cleaning out the cobwebs from my mind- I stumbled across these random thoughts- Please enjoy, and don't mind the dust bunnies, they're just visiting.