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Shadow Dragon May 2018
Told me once,
told me twice.
Rolling a deice,
do I have your affection?

Busy, busy, busy,
bee.
Nothing I can't see,
Yet, I let it go.

Creeping back,
when I don't know.
Tip, tap, toe.
My mind won't let go.

— The End —