It's a vicious cycle, one that has no end.
I rhyme and rhyme and rhyme...
Till fate will finally send.
I need to get it down, before it fills my head.
Every paper must have words.
All ink must be shed.
Then when it's all out, and this cycles spiralled to its end.
The rhyme and rhyme I had,
Will be one that i can defend.
©Odd
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