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Cacology


Hey,

Pardon

My awful

Cacology,

I'm not too great

At speaking to you.

I hope you don't mind it.

I'm better with animals,

They don't reply with sarcasm.

No offense, but it's easier to

Talk to things that are unable to speak.

I have no problem with you, I swear,

But non-living things can't answer

When I ask stupid questions.

They can't hear the things I

Say when I'm flustered

Or riled up

Like you

Can.

 

 

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Art student with hopes of becoming a Medical/Scientific Illustrator. Faces the challenges of being vertically challenged, sleep deprived, stressed, and over-worked on a daily basis. Uses poetry to let out some of the stress and emotions. Has two contradicting sides, dark and moody or sarcastic and comedic.

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