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I am crazy must confess
And my head is such a mess,
Nothing else I can confess
Feel a bit the hopelessness,
Though I try much to impress
With the rhymes that I profess,
It is like a game of chess
Feeling caged and in distress,
So I try much to express
All this reason to obsess,
With your likes that seem timeless
And adorned in such finesse.
And my head is such a mess,
Nothing else I can confess
Feel a bit the hopelessness,
Though I try much to impress
With the rhymes that I profess,
It is like a game of chess
Feeling caged and in distress,
So I try much to express
All this reason to obsess,
With your likes that seem timeless
And adorned in such finesse.
Published 13th Apr 2021
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