Almost Unmarked Attached and addicted To the things that were once thought to be twisted Like words to print Leaving us to squint in between the margins and lines Life itself a victim of time No more words can cause the stark Realization of permanent marks onto Paper without pencil Erased No more than the simple chase towards the carrot On the treadmill This is how somebody will get their fill Please postpone the application of praise to All those who Know not enough to make it feel like Much has ever happened to somebody like me Free of nothing but the burns etched into my memory Sending this note to the sky
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