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The clouds drew dark as I rolled in
The atmosphere became ominous as I arrived.
I sat down next to a man with five empty cups in front of him
I took a seat beside a man drowning his sorrows with five empty cups before him.
He said "aren't you a little too young to be alone in these parts"
He questioned my presence, suggesting I might be too young to navigate these surroundings alone.
If being alone is completely lost then I guess I am
I acknowledged that if being alone signifies being lost, then indeed, I am.
The storms carried me home, over parades
My journey home was marked by storms, transcending celebratory parades.
The people caught colds, from the pouring rain
The storms caused discomfort to others, leading them to catch colds in the pouring rain.
When you sit on this lawn, you are not in order
Sitting on this lawn disrupts the expected order.
This painting's ready for it
A prepared painting captures this unconventional moment.
At the age of six is when I started talking
I began speaking at six, and walking at ten.
At the age of ten is when I started walking
Despite these achievements, I was told my full self-expression would be limited.
They told me I would never get to fully express myself
My aspirations to explore were confined to my imagination.
And any place that I wanted to go I could only go in my mind, so...
Places I wanted to go could only be visited within my mind.
The storms carried me home, over parades
Similar storms guided me home, above the festive parades.
The people caught colds, from the pouring rain
However, the storms affected others negatively, causing them to catch colds in the rain.
When you sit on this lawn, you are not in order
Sitting on this lawn disrupts the expected order.
This painting's ready for it
A painting captures the readiness for unconventional experiences.
And I'll take the hands that gently sweeps across the planes of your physique
I appreciate the hands that delicately explore the contours of your body.
Retire them into stables with horses that no one has rode
Retiring these hands to stables with unridden horses, preserving their uniqueness.
The planes always pass my body and cast the darkest shadow
Overhead planes cast shadows, symbolizing the persistent darkness in my life.
If I told you where I was heading, you still wouldn't follow
Even if I reveal my destination, you wouldn't choose to follow.
The storms carried me home, over parades
Storms continue to guide me home, transcending celebratory parades.
The people caught colds, from the pouring rain
However, the storms affect those around me, causing discomfort and illness.
When you sit on this lawn, you are not in order
Sitting on this disruptive lawn challenges conventional order.
This paintings never framed us together
The painting fails to frame us together, reflecting the unconventional nature of our connection.
I'm missing from your pictures these days
I'm absent from your recent memories or images these days.
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