CONFUSED
Many stories are left untold
A few of mine own are liken to perpetuity
Or to a game of poker: “The inevitable hand that folds”
Opposing sentiments, that to no end, are riddled with similarities
I may prompt you to wonder just what I mean, or what I see
With blatancy under my belt, relevancy revs revolutions
It’s no big deal, only that which is most dear to you and me
An idiosyncrasy we succumb to repeatedly; unreliable viability; “rotations”
Cognitive cautiousness causing effective affections like the clogged cogwheels of a clock
Or call it like, love, or lust; either or, neither, or nevermore- it makes no difference to me
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