Mass update!
Here are heaps that I have left neglected.

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I am glad to see the moon tonight,
Hung high, alighting hope.

I claim that you are no longer under my skin,
But the falsity is wearing.

I can pretend to no end,
We were transient,
But my armour is lucent.

Your vision adjusted to my patina,
Resilient to my facetious comport.

I absorb everything.
I want what you share, that you refuse me.

Our ligation loosening,
wish you were a propeller.

I must polish my words.