heres one of my few poems, enjoy
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Creakin masking tape
flowing along the side wall
spiders of weblength depried
interesting thoughts missing
counting tiles on the floor
lost in the moment woe
forgetting the future prize
sloth of a new invention
giving new definition
what meaning meant
none I suppose
they don't care enough
mind melted in molasses
mirror imaged completely
solid pillars of industry
chaos falls to order
and loss becomes gain
packing bags the spider
leaves her home plain
ambition of a higher level
letting soul set to travel
for a place of perfection
difficult tiring toil
leaving hearts dejection
for this profit loss' foil