I’m taking you off my alter
It was there ~ I placed you ~ so lofty
However ~ there’s something dangling from your nose
And because of that ~
I see you’re just a common man
It’s hard to find the right words to say
Actually ~ I’ve nothing to say
Where once I fumbled like a girl
Uttering silly mindless stuff
Now, you’re off my alter
I’ve nothing to say
No, I can’t praise you as before
It’s not because of the bugger
Really ~ thats not it
It’s simply, you don’t measure up to a god
And I’ve taken you from my alter
And put your memories away
I can breath again
BJ
Mimsi Flowers and Notions 
This is poignant, but relatable. We all have to do a little iconoclasm to become ourselves, don’t we?
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Of course we do. Humbling is a fine little happenstances. It comes to all.
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Goood read
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Thank you!
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Thank you.
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