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1 2 3 go
why would you
why would you not
no daisies involved
just driving self crazy
I don't know
I don't know
like the ticking of the clock
nothing known or not
emptying of sand from hand
slipping through fingers
all the while escaping
in the process of
watching what lingers
grit remains, dry, scratchy
lost thoughts
though ideas hatching
inflict within, transfer the itch
mind conflicted, twitching, twitching
would I thought
condemn the thinker
living lives beyond the edge
testing waters, severed boundaries
even in dreams not at ease
do as you please
punish self for all the maybes
would you why
not why would you
torment of intent unreal
peace of mind somehow steal
no daisies to measure
when to stop
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