you got me
rhyming while I’m walkin’
it’s the truth but
whod’a thought it
this addiction
of transfixtion
lends my fiction
an affliction
and my diction’s
deviation
from the station
of inaction
in addition
my reaction
to predictions
of elation
leaves a notion
of devotion,
and affection
non deservin’
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