Nick Kasparie (3-30-94 / Quincy, IL.)
The melancholy disarray
That grows inside my head each day
Is caused by one consummate girl
Who brightens my entire world
For shadows spring behind the light
Which turn a black more dark than night
With doubt and dread that she won’t see
The man she wants is really me.
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