Coming into fascination,
A distraction that we have,
In common bugging out,
All become as once we see,
What we try to continue,
To receive from past,
Regression.
Sometimes we all slur when,
We cannot think straight,
Or stutter when nothing,
Comes to mind time will,
Begin again, if we try,
To push through what,
Is not becoming green with envy,
A major faction that splits,
In the Pentecost of someone,
Else,
The puppy waits for you,
To relax and come back to,
Normal-icy,
Love wasted in the throw,
It’s’ collar shiny,
And tattered,
Madness is darkness,
In my opinion.
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Oooo, madness is indeed darkness but not necessarily a bad thing hehehhe