Can we say what irks you also irks me?
In yesterday's words was a telling rough.
Now it sits rocky solid where miner me,
Digs deep, and turns and
Think less of this nocturnal path the thought takes. Come home to you cleaner
for heroes heal when sitting on the
solid truths of others.
Care not about this and go on solid.
This escape of pain into pain; this
reveling and riveting,
walk of thought away from thought
Think
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