Gets hairy when
there's too much
reflection
Neck hurts and
belly gets big
from looking so long
at a life
Don't make me tell you what
I've learned
I don't think
you'll like it
Do you
Think we can get out of
catharsis without
getting carsick
I'm holding this crisis like
an egg
Don't break it
not because you love it
but because it's gone
rotten
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