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2024.11.28

All my thinking been spazzing out frowns on my face,

And the proctor’s wondering why it looks like distaste.


But there's nothing on my tongue seething me bitter, 

Just lightning jolts in brain flashing sparky expressions.


Some get by solemn and composed,

I get there losing all control of my face,

Letting this mind show its strange pace.

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