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Echoes of a Fan
My gaze chases around an unkiltered fan;
She works, wholly, but with a warbling wobble.
Induce one to daze, those soft shrieks can
She shows me my self-deprecated reflection:
Was never a well oiled machine, in my lifespan
Full throttle or down for days, said it's bipolar
Churning hard, but always back where I began
But, when it's all said and done, 'least I'm cool
She works, wholly, but with a warbling wobble.
Induce one to daze, those soft shrieks can
She shows me my self-deprecated reflection:
Was never a well oiled machine, in my lifespan
Full throttle or down for days, said it's bipolar
Churning hard, but always back where I began
But, when it's all said and done, 'least I'm cool
Published 2nd Apr 2024
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