He's... Oversensitive.
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Sometimes that meansThat something very little
Like not solving a maths sum
Could thrust him into a sea
Of melancholic thinking.
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But right now,As he wears a smile so wide
As his mind is flowered
With the blossoming of lavender-scented autotrophs
His oversensitivity doesn't suck
It's a drug that's so buff
His happiness can't be demeaned by Puck.
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His oversensitivityIs a brief imagination
Of his poetry book touching people
And the dilation of his black pupils
Flooding his veins
With euphoria so strong
That you'd think he used a bong.
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