Again, I sit tepidly amongst unrequited emotion.
Again, told what I’ve known and no one attempts to define.
Again, dipped by the ankle in the thickness of a damning potion.
Again, I’m under the influence because things are always over the line.
Again, I’ve urged myself to go through the motion.
Again, everyone can set their clocks but abandon me during the trying time.
Again, as I said I continue to ebb like the ocean.
Again, I am me, he that is impervious, I’ll be fine.
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