I found this while deleting files on my school computer account. Better late than never I suppose.
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Shallow and shallow
Though deeper I ride
Into crimson wrapped candy
And cards full of lies

I see with my eyes
The killing of dreams
Voices all knowing
Knowing nothing

‘Tis Valentine’s Day
And I sit here alone
Waiting for love to call
But not watching the phone

I will process data
Inside of my mind
Receiving from television
A world so unkind

Rekindled, I hoped
Since I was but eight
A sense of well-being
And less sense of hate

But as long as the rockets,
Glare red in the night
Bringing with them terror
Hope in false sight

I will sit here,
Upon my cushion of silk
Breathing in incense
And breathing out guilt

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