Cogito Ergo Sum
O’ cometh be static upon wounded words I spill
O’ cometh to be me, stolen verbs un pronounced
Thou calls on spear hit worlds
Stars, they spell out into circles
Like poison I fill in when well
O’ don’t be low
Taketh what I show
Or let fall that face I call
M’curse the stain of luck
Strained to the hindered sooth
O’ let me touch thee
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