Out of order
I cannot say this is a thing
Because it is my mind
It's out of order, way above
The gentle or the kind
You've never had this
You've never seen
Such an undeniable
Broken me
I'm not a leaking pipe
Copper that has gone green
Actually im worse
A broken mad machine
Yet I am just a thing
An object,no real border
Broken down
I'm out of order
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