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[alicenchainmail]

Hd an urge to write a poem, got tired, and decided it would be better to put it off to tomorrow. But you know Procrastination. It's just like masturbation. It's great until you realized you've just fucked yourself.

SO here you go, ladies and gentlemen, the newest piece of make-believe paper from the Darby Diary.

Also, it being a first in a while....I'd appreciate it if you could tell me whatcha think.

The _____ifications

Take me to where I’ll be more specific
Not just a parasite
Half dead, half living
That is not how I wish to do things
I want more of what life brings
But will I reach out and get it?
I wish I didn’t always hesitate
I am always most likely to hesitate
At that key moment
That unlocks my present mind
Life, is Pandora’s other box
The one she wished more people saw
The one that was more specific
She could wear it as a shirt
But she didn’t wear it anywhere
Precious silver exchanged for a shirt not worn
Blueprints of a summer’s life have been torn
Shellacked
A puzzle to re-piece
When she gains her peace of mind
What she’s trying to find
Is her piece of mind
The more difficult kind
To wipe across her face
She will find it someplace
Somewhere where it’s more specific