.He closed his eyes and was alone
He held his hand and felt it grow
He had become a gyroscope
All wound inside and no control
And all the tiny tendrils
How they longed for reassurance
As the little boxed-in bushes
Pay the price of perseverance
A wasted day had come and.
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