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Brain Rot

Nothing will expel. In my head, There is nothing there. My brain I think is dead. I want to think again,
Have thoughts that matter.
Like a busted reservoir,
My brain oozes out like water.

I am a zombie
That will eventually conform.
I will never be free,
From the swelling of the norm.



Copyright ©2003 Crystal Lynn Burns