Bubble
Bubble bubble
Toil and trouble
I am discomfort
this all hallows eve
If i'd known revolutions
Numbering 729 would find
Me here I don't know
I'd have the power to leave
But, I like to think
I would
To slink away
into the dim
I saw a fire last night
Grass burning up a ragged
Sign that read 'going to hell?'
And I thought 'I'm already there'
For decades five and two
I've been looking and looking
Despite discomfort I accept
That life's not fair
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