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Hoarder Attic

Damned profligacy

My secret is not such
My secret is not as much.
The key for the unintelligible is chaos.
My head is a sort of hoarder attic,
Smells of decay without friends
Full of shelves that cannot be bent.
Full of shelves you may not find,
My head is a repository of knowledge lost.
Looseness ties to a world oh, so unreal,
The night scream of a blank slate animal.

Damned profligacy

#analysis #regret #rememberance

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