always tellin me, it's you your nails keep biting
pervasive thoughts I think you think
perverting my colors, another blind sighting
A presence can't waft like sandalwood,
but virtue clings to the wind I keep inhaling
truest to self, so the ship doesn't sink
cowardly exaltation, unquestionably failing
clouds disperse, own two legs understood
gems anchor ground, filled with sentiment
holding down my crown like wet cement
cognitive throne fractures;
ones head is no place to sit
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