...or do you intend to humor me?
Your tune muses... and is but a fuel I seek.
Bleeding a hue new to me, i'm imbued in this blue jewelry
you call a mood. I seek to approve, but if you're confusing
me with one who'd care for your losing yourself, you might, indeed, be losing sleep.
You seek to improve. I'm choosing my newest me
from a room of suits by the coolest elite:
me, myself, and I. now move. we must make room for the losers-to-be.
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Ahem.
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