PLEASER
Try to aim at the Lost Man
For echolalia’s sake
No more Babel
I want you to know me
You please upon what I feel
Your comments please
“Your gonna cook me for this
“I’ve clowned your truths
Now you will know mine
“Nothing can stop me
Not even uncertainty”
(he had never written a thing down)
“This has been unfair”
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