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POSSESS
There's a yellow sheet I see creases imperfect
Although I'm not perfect
The creases are a defect
It's a continuous cycle of the creases being straightened
Rather relocated and it's making me restless agitated
To tame one's impulses I zone into a trance.. I choose one crease and it's almost as if I'm shrinking...
The fold in the blanket becomes a corner
I hear vo...
Thursday 12th August 2021 4:59 pm
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