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Chance Missed

Standing tall above the rest,
You hear the click-clacks of my shoes.
High on a pedestal,
You follow me with your eyes.
Expanding my ego,
Allowing it to take wings and fly.
Striving to make you happy I sway,
Moving to and frow with the song,
Heard only by me in my head.
Finding my way,
I smile there you are next to me
I walk on by.
You missed it,
Your chance to say something anything!
My ego rushes back down
Like the endless waterfall finally on a drought
I did this for you and you let me down



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