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Don't Prescribe Me Pills, I'll Transcribe With Quills

I walk out on the deck at night

and look up for a while

The moon hangs in the balance

like a criminal on trial.

I used to map the star with apps

but now that's not my style,

The stars to me are family

and I'm the youngest child.

Starving for attention

I perform out loud and wild,

I wave my arms and pound my chest

do backflips, shout, and jump on desks,

and when I'm tired and out of breath,

the ears I sang to fell off deaf,

I wish the no's would turn to yes,

I'd fall asleep awhile.

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