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Sometimes I do not know what to write, What to think or even, How to feel. So I let my subconscious take lead, and my fingers obey Like a loyal dog with fleas I feel I have to write As desperate as the dog needs to itch But sometimes the dog will itch so much it leaves a wound, And the wound is still itchy Soon before the dog knows, it's infected Now it's on its way to the vet Where the vet gives it cream and a cone around it's neck. Unfortunately for the dog and unbeknownst to the master The itch cream doesn't work. Now, the dog is stuck with an itch and no way to scratch it. But at least the dog doesn't have fleas anymore
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Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 4:35 AM UTC
Subconscious Rambling
Sometimes I do not know what to write, What to think or even, How to feel. So I let my subconscious take lead, and my fingers obey Like a loyal dog with fleas I feel I have to write As desperate as the dog needs to itch But sometimes the dog will itch so much it leaves a wound, And the wound is still itchy Soon before the dog knows, it's infected Now it's on its way to the vet Where the vet gives it cream and a cone around it's neck. Unfortunately for the dog and unbeknownst to the master The itch cream doesn't work. Now, the dog is stuck with an itch and no way to scratch it. But at least the dog doesn't have fleas anymore
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22/F/Venus
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 4:35 AM UTC
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