Here lies a short poem written yesterday. Please offer guidance on the form if you have it-
Well-
I was, for a long time, extremely busy avoiding the house of
regularity and normalcy. With it's bare bones and unbelievable
temperance. I chose, then, a complete preoccupation. I began a loose
search for the house of emotional satisfaction. Hearsay told me it was very much local with a tightly leashed dream. Then, after a drunken landing, I found it unfurnished
with nowhere to sit....so, now, I have a strange alignment within this
recovery.
Then, the song begins.
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