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worry

Posted to Action Poetry




i hate to be fret over, my every detail examined, with hungry eyes, and willing hands, reaching out to test, the permeability, staring into me, trying to control, with care as an excuse, eat this, do that, don't, don't don't, making my mind react, out of individuality, sensing, that it might not be better inside my head then out, but i prefer it, over polymer existence, that decides what i wear in the window...