Pampered pretending and predictable endings,
there's a face that sank a thousand ships.
Glass to the flame perfectly blending
memories linger in a bittersweet kiss.
Never complain,
never explain
and don't set your sight on perfection.
There's nothing wrong
with your pain,
life is made in mistakes and corrections.
So riddle me this and riddle me that...
Riddles riddle my obtuse brain.
There are puzzles with too many pieces,
still some of us cling to what's labled sane.
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