~~~ BLUSKI ~~~

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My path is cluttered
with idioms of nonesense
Constantly, I bump into
chaotic messes which leave indents
No matter how hard I try
to clear my pathway
Someone or something jumps up
and slams their life into play
Why, I do not understand
do these things make me cry
When eventually they fade or just dragging on
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