I Your Hypocritical Appliance - Poem by GRANT FRASER
I've nowhere left to go inside.
No such place to hide.
I'm putting full - stops on.
Well you've got me wearing
some, most of the time.
I want to stop!
Got to slow down the chain of thought,
(that I got.)
The heaviness or nothingness.
Human aware that you be fare.
To everything = not so.
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