Broadcast #7
She sees herself obsessed
with perfection, utterly lost
without positive direction;
confounded by the thought
of indiscretion, she needs
some space, some time,
some introspection.
Confounded, self defense
Becomes digression,
not knowing if she's penned
the right correction; her mentor
had the nerve to take vacation
and left her in a mess
of speculation.
His Monday morning dose
Of adoration, has been put
On hold.
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