i don't have much to say.
there are no words that flow.
she's not reading this anyway.
i'm only writing til i go
i don't know where i'm going
i wish i had a clue
i spend all my day watching
there is much i have to do
i didn't have an inspiration
for writing the poem before you now
my days are mostly preparation
for procrastination that I'll allow
Time for a nap?
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