My eyes run
To and fro
Side by side
Searching glitters
Searching busyness
Flirting with flyleaves
Savoring nonsense
A lazy man’s profession
And a lazy man’s affliction
Out of boredom
Innocence
And a dispensable brand
I saw in the mirror
I heard in their whispers
And so I named to myself
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