My life signs offer hinted titillations- For better things to come- Shaking loose my ripe magnificence- Feeling no wrong- When asking myself- Do they know its me- Friends, shifty eyes clueless to their own transparency- Friends, mouthing the wisdom you’ve finally put into action- Defeated by their peers- Shallow and sunken symptomatic skeptism- The pointing fingers- That lingers with disfigured truth- Do they know its me- Who had nothing to do with it- Do they know its me- Thats taken the chip off my shoulder- And offered my last semblance for friendship- To those who make they’re sorrow- The burden of others- I ask, do you know it’s not me- Who’s not looking the other way- I'm only saying- Never doubt your OWN certainty-Birth sign: Libra
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