Stream of consciousness Part 3 Poem, by Lewis O’Carroll, at My poetic side

Niklas Christl was the man

That got me into running

I used to have that superpower

But weak in regards to cumming

I lost the genius power

Due to this I had my grief

Minecraft days, my favorite game

Didn’t run and spleef

My Dad starved me

And took my books

He didn’t understand

Now I’m in college, gaining knowledge

Earning money by the grand

Disrespect the memory

And show the degradation

I will feel her

In my arms

Unknown tender sensations

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Stream of consciousness Part 3