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As soon as I prepare the
clock face stops and stares, overly aware,
imaging the crowd in their underwear.
Re-washing to refresh, refreshing
to re-wash, gums bleeding from
the floss, because OCD’s boss.
always wins the coin toss
Frog prince died and I ate his legs fried,
promised a kiss but I lied
ran away before being spied.
what are these games we play? I
thought they’d be fun by now they
won’t go away