Dissy Lexie
The prognosis reflected an empty space.
My scrambled intelligence made it hard to embrace.
Dyslexic data merging all over the place.
Lurid innuendos impossible to trace.
My mind in tatters like torn Chantilly lace.
The vision before me was inconclusive to perceive.
How can I deduce what I cant retrieve?
Restitution would be the answer to weave.
Yet my brain simply cannot begin to conceive.
It is superior intelligence I wish to achieve.
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