Don’t try to make sense of me
When I can’t make sense of myself
Don’t try to sum me up
And fit me into a box
I’ll ooze and leak out of the edges
And make a mess
On the floor of your mind,
To summarise
Is to reduce
And some things,
Like people and constellations,
Cannot be contained by a paragraph
Or a sentence
I agree.How could it be otherwise.xxx
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