I sense something, clutching,
gripping my core, confusing;
can someone come on overThe notion is overtly bewildering,
and examine me deep inside,
you can use a stethoscope
or just grasp the nearest razor
and carve it out of its shell
for I have nothing in hell
albeit feeling profound fervor
to enduring on this hope,
while I find a corner to hide
snuggling as I try to recover.
unsettling and most times baffling.
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