So twisted at the wrist,
so hard, it still exist.
I really feel it'll persist
and can't see things far east.
It's hardly given as an assist,
that's what they say at least.
I'm yet to hear if it cease,
I hope all will be in peace
even if it is not at ease
but I hope it won't cause disease
as I keep asking why?
yes! why in soliloquy?
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