I can't focus.
The second I do I am no longer counting.
As if all the gatherings from below my feet no longer exist
Like a pencil I lost
A pencil picked up by a writer
He wrote, with my pencil, something beyond our comprehension
But that still doesn't amount
The box is still square
The words still dry
Like a raisin in the dryer
like like like, but not like, more than like.
Like seriously?
seriously
This post almost made sense in my head, but since it was open to interpretation I liked it that much more...
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