Cog loosed, I wonder
Thoughts dissonant, I wrestle
Is this life what it is considered by me to be?
Merely a misrepresentation of what is on my mind,
Can I be trusted with myself?
To breathe, to reconsider
I wouldn’t hold this body so closely
Instead I would relax, rest, and cool into this
So I will right now.
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