Sometimes,
For writer’s sake
I am not what I mean.
When you awake
And I am me
Will you and I forsake?
Sometimes,
For writer’s sake
I am not what I mean.
When you awake
And I am me
Will you and I forsake?
I speak in riddles
For folklore’s tale
Of riches beyond
Our human scale
But what we know
Is just a drop
As I swim in its pale.
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