Omens after omens I keep getting.
Confused I was that I kept forgetting
Cigarettes were lit
I felt really stiff
I couldn't trust myself that I kept betting.
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Thought Blocks
PoetryJust a little poem meet-up, hop on for a little mix between certainty and chance. Seems pretty correlated but would disappoint afterwards after the lack of continuity in the poem sequence, it's a good read after all, hope it all relates to those who...
