i am so prone to forgetting what is good.
embedded
in the code
of something extremely repetitive.
copied and pasted
(control+c,
control+v)
my in-attentions are many.
and i begin to think
that's all there is,
unacquainted with
that for which i was initially
implemented.
forgive me Lord,
because i don't know what is good,
and am most often not aware
of what my heart really requires.
---
don't mind the drops
out of grey,
they're reminding me of home.
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i love this. you are a poet and i didn't know it.
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