Poem -
Thoughtless Verbatim
All alone, it’s late at night, I am calling out to you.
It’s like a wall of glass, so abnormally fragile.
Jesus Christ, of all the things, I never thought I’d go through.
Paranoid tricks unnerve the eyes.
Long, story, short.
Contain me.
I am the one vibration, that’ll burn you at the stake, impatient.
The panic creeps in and it sets me on fire.
This loss is a win, let it all transpire.
Yesterday’s fold is a thoughtless verbatim.
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Good just job!
Thank you Keith!