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Poem Number 21963
Hip Gnonsis (Yeah, stop jeering, rawr!)
I can smooth any lantern
That is what is expected, right?
But deeper issues are starting to manifest,
tightly winding the noose of unconfesseds.
What happened during that time you were yourself?
What schemes did you ploy?
I stand waiting to be processed
(This is normal, this happens where I live)
Lesser ton is put upon viewing face
bait me if you think you're the one they ask.
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