Loops-Ocd
Your name rolls through my mind like molasses
Tugging and scraping along the surface of my brain
Those six lucky letters nag and drag me down
The way I eat, the way I walk down a flight of stairs
I feel those six letters watching, analyzing, critiquing
To think! Such utter misery born from such a beautiful memory!
Nothing can stop this broken record now
Not time, not fate, not God himself
can stop this ugly sound.
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