A messy poet

Belonging to a mess in distress,

I call my other side.

He makes more sense when he's bleeding,

He tells his lesser mind.

Makeup, I see why you made up, forget

your last try.

Doubtful, I forget why i sit here,

I forget why i miss her, a field for a scholar,

I type to forget i have another life.


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