Goodnight
Go to sleep,
for I judge only as I see,
For the ones who don't speak...
thoughts leak, through a telephone?
Oh, the telephone pole, an inconclusive rabbit hole.
Time travels, truth unravels, although,
sometimes it's as though lines have crossed like a confusion in a game, I know lame?
Maybe not,
only a thought which may not rot,
will only survive awake.
Good Morning.
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