I haven't seen beautiful
things in two weeks, yes
maybe they're hiding from
me or my glasses outfocus
maybe I am in isolated box
deep in jungle of thoughts
busy to even look straight
sometimes we are slave, no
we slave of our own desires
that it will angers us when
somebody threaten; take away
we are very possessive animal
we want control; lesser beings
am lesser being with quick feet
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