so, this is a majorly lamecakes (yes, lamecakes) poem i wrote in... tenth grade? since i talk about biology in it and that was the year we read Frankenstein in english class.
it is probably the only piece of poetry i have ever written and LIKED so don't judge too harshly, yeah?
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an ode to consciousness )
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Sigh.
I think most of my best writing is... written... in in the efforts of procrastination.
Not that I would call this my best.
And I'm rambling. Again.
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