I used to think in lines
That were irregular in the rhyme
I used to search and ask for advice
But found instead a source forbidden.
I used to think in rhymes
That were irregular in the lines
I used to think nothing can ruin
Hope and determination for a virtual bedouin.
But everything collapsed when I reali
Our binary system stars, Al-Ghoul, collapsed...
When you labelled my .... ?
[utterly unremarkable.]
I used to feel these thoughts
That were irregular most nights .... wtf
I used to ... give gaze at Algol in the star pimpled sky.
(Zelazny man, you.... )
Someone really loves the sky
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