Opuss you're becoming an addiction
A rush of desperation to open and pour
Pour every thought and emotion
Opuss you're making my world seem fiction
As I write my words they effortlessly soar
How I wish my insides would create a clear vision
Opuss you're warmly presence is a weird creation
Some what time wasting but never a bore
Wiping blurry days clear with no hesitation
Oh dear opuss for the future I have no preparation
But I do know that my words will flow above shore
For the roller coaster of life I am yet to board.
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