Sticky Mind
One topic to the other;
Sticky minds.
One line to the next
I can't think.
Read between the lines,
Free will was a lie.
I thought about that night,
From time to time;
Underneath the sheets,
Flashlight in hand,
Door closed,
Eyes crossed,
Spine curved.
I thought about reading between the lines,
But there was nothing there.
I thought about that night,
With no care.
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