Oh well it's the answer
to everything
the charm that
didn't arrive
and the broken ring
back to zero
do you think I'm daunted?
you'd die of boredom
from the tales of squares
I've haunted
it throws me back to solipsism
but oh well
it breaks my light up
like a prism
but oh well
you can't be perfect
no one makes it every day
So I'll walk by my imperfections
Come what may
what
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