' Split '
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I know what you're thinking,
voices should be tamed & shrinking,
always a startle even to me,
staring down an unnamed entity,
kindly allow tad pleasantries,
though good won't mention mine in its speech;
constrict vessels stirred dejections from linking,
confer a thoughtful sign blinking,
announcing arrival in dead of night -
with such a morning bright,
never known whose lead will be steering mine eyes -
the imbalance taking a leap of dance, or quirky taking rarities side.
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