She's never in a scurry
alone, thoughts hurry
idealist, never in order
he enlarges his border
the heart begins to worry
rather suffer lashings
knowing his dashing's
knowing He can repair
learning to id despair
dreams of gnashing's
always in sterile, white room
cultures imaginary gloom
quietly opens & closes doors
memory of floral moors
dreams of gnashing's
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