On top of me lies myself,
On top of me regrets crumble me ahead,
On top of me they stare into my soul,
On top of me is a crushed toll,
On top of me lies a few minutes,
On top of me belies a few secrets,
On top of me there is a mask,
On top of me there is broken glass,
On top of me there is the dirt of memories,
On top of me there is self doubt,
On top of me there is the lingering gaze of the mouse.
On top of me there is a layer of proprietary,
On top of me there is a subset of animosity,
On top of me there is everything but ingenuity.
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Jan 2, 2020
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Another Tale
PoetryA soul and the alley ahead. There is nothing much to say about this one in all seriousness!
