My mind wants to focus,
On the beauty in each word.
I know there’ll be judgement.
To you, it is absurd.
Your beauty is in other things,
I see that, with respect.
You cannot return the favour,
And so you interject.
With your interjection,
There will be my quiet.
I will walk away,
But my mind will be in riot.
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