suspicious mind set to discover
some are true, merely a thought
it's logical process, prophesying
river flows downhill mix with sea
so as fish adopt; new-found home
still in them what they grew up to
whatever they do; they go back
make comparison weighing facts
a view of wide open shark's mouth
not welcoming gesture from friend
but rather time to get away so soon
real, does burn all fibers of suspicion
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scrambled thought, i'm debating
how did i ever made this flow.
totally...confusing
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