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byBasilisk©

Of all the things I’ve lost in life,
I miss my mind the most--
Followed closely by my originality.
It was easy once,
But let me dive into another cliché.
Look at me I’m inventive and self deprecating,
Annihilating--
That rhymes but makes no sense,
Unless I add something here about the moon or blood,
Or razor blades and sensuality,
But then that would be predictable
And there must be no religious metaphor,
Or social context.
A woman without time.
Make a million at the dollar pics
flics,
Named after light that goes dark sixty times a second,
Too fast for the human eye.
Yet another concept fascinating before we found it--
Not that I’m bitter or anything,
But I’ve got nothing worth writing and I really want to write.

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