There's none to clear up when none is misunderstood.
Remember how seriously you told me it was just a game
With your two fingers twisted.
Puts my stomach in knots.
The frustration in tying a bow is unrealized
As these real eyes really start agonizing
And your logic starts randomizing.
Glances remind the forgotten,
Synapses snap exactly where I cocked them.
I am the only one left with my hand up
Struggling to connect dangling conjunctions,
Merely able to be graded on participation.
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