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Uneasy Ending
So I know the understanding of my mind
Mad, twisted, and fogged with clutter
Tall sequoia trees, stacked tops in a forest
To all I seem normal, as a regular “guy” pores through mines
Deep within my skin however lies abnormality
From A’s ends to Z’s, but in between are scattered letters
Like Scrabble letters shaken about within the box
Dark I am not, bright not so either
A dimly lit dusty desk at dusk, I am
A mental tongue twister like the previous line, always
Da Vinci-esc I am, an abundance of unfinished dreams
Starting is virtuoso, finishing is inept
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