lines in code writ
awaiting the proper snag
I sink back into the know of me
the every which
way to push the peak down
reflecting
ambitionless
awkward fractured self
and then all is changed
back to the same old route
the same bothered way of being
I'm am the not
and this
the knotting
it was the echo of all
slamming back to start
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