Sometimes blinders provide the focus we lack.
I have been all but lost in the lacy nothings of nevermind
What have I to show to provide as a sign?
Nothing of importance
I am a daft genius lost in the dullards tattered clothes
I am the feces smeared across the petals of a rose
I am the statistical and sadly whimsical words
Apologetically offered to you from behind those
who
shield the cowards from the truth
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