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I was never involved
Enthralled
By the world’s
Turning chorus
Its faded mantra
Dwelt softly
Divorced
From my hearth
Of home-brewed distress
For I was
The dearly departed fool
The internal rover
Unhinged
And loyal to silence
The spectator
Who never truly coursed
With the restless
Swill of valor
In the infinite
Sprawling shadow
Full, with ruthless want
Enthralled
By the world’s
Turning chorus
Its faded mantra
Dwelt softly
Divorced
From my hearth
Of home-brewed distress
For I was
The dearly departed fool
The internal rover
Unhinged
And loyal to silence
The spectator
Who never truly coursed
With the restless
Swill of valor
In the infinite
Sprawling shadow
Full, with ruthless want
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Emily
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Is this about 2 ppl u know who're divorced?