Adrift, waiting to be rescued
Tone deaf, new to this game
Blessed, with morally flexible
Immune, to well-earned shame
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Meandering, a slinky snake of character
Miles from shore, king of the black sea
One, the only critical number
The day, begins and ends with me
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The devil, lights on my shoulder
Debating, which calamity is due
Pinpointed, like a shark’s sonar
The moment, you wandered into view
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Survivor, of a patchwork love affair
Dreams, tasted like flat champagne
A lesson, you can pick again
Over reliance, too much left brain
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Whip-smart, you reduce me to jello
Self-aware, I’m dense like concrete
Time, ours will eventually come
Perfect, when our orbits meet
Ticket 2 Ride 