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Minutes are exhausted by the spiraling concurrent with
my middle sect expansion that is keeping eyes cast down.
Every ear once lended by a friend that held their patience in
has boarded up and pacified through insistence towards the frown.
And I can't help but understand and do my due withdraw again
so that I may just hide my face and barrel-belly growing.
Maybe then I'll tend to plots of dirt torn by submissive winds
or maybe I'll just sit inside and stew in this ill-knowing.