enter myself
one year ago
each moment reeks of sameness
the words written
emitting a familiar scent
constant preparedness
to point out disadvantages
of circumstance
the control the environment
grips
continual adjustment
and newness
and oldness
of complaint
always one flaw
altered slightly
what I wanted then
a panacea
oddly
i got exactly what I asked for
but the hole remains
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