The outline as your lips quiver
The way your four wrinkles align with your emerald eyes
You're flummoxed
Suffocating in a loaded box
You become disoriented
Unable to fulfill your own yen
The incompetency for serenity
You're detained in a stage of captivity
Stuck in a cloud of woe
Your brain is a disaster as so
Again, the process of creation begins

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