Inner Voice
Nicorates warned me about you
not so much with words
more in dubiety,
a clairaudient hesitation
imagine an experienced woodworm
widely travelled and well read
making peace with a cluttered desk top
within which it now dwells
keeping it right, advised
that's kind of it, really
suffice to say, Nicorates is rarely wrong
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