The drudgery of not
The travail of unseen clot
A metaphor for naught
There must be a monicker to this lump in my neck
How much substance or material to tell the tale of this eminence fleck
We all pretend sentiment takes form
When vacuity is the fortune for all
Most feel dejected by this thought
I will take my pillow, comforter, and universes call
Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 11:58 PM UTC
The drudgery of not
The travail of unseen clot
A metaphor for naught
There must be a monicker to this lump in my neck
How much substance or material to tell the tale of this eminence fleck
We all pretend sentiment takes form
When vacuity is the fortune for all
Most feel dejected by this thought
I will take my pillow, comforter, and universes call
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