Grabbin at the back of the head.
Clawin n diggin rockin on the edge of the bed.
Confused by actions fallin short.
Double sided blade slices the core.
No way to reach the inner snag.
Minds tumblin on what's to be had.
Losin control beneath the eyelids.
Changin emotions in between every flip.
Matters flow fillin creases rustin.
Seems streatch as threads r bustin.
Over ridden by the shuttin of down.
N some how there's a question of how.
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