Salina Swirsky · Jan 3, 2011
Procrastination.

Oh, procrastination,
thy cruel mistress.
as devoted to the, as I may be...
You, are no good for me.

Oh, how your presence draws me,
Pulling me in, without hesitation.
like a tension, you steer me astray,
with the simple way you stay.
I just, can't get away.

 
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