Gibberish
Disregard my hole,
My vaccum,
Pay no mind,
To my ignorance,
Bestow upon me,
A gift that's tranquil,
Bearing no burden,
Or consequence.
Don't you dare give me,
My mem'ries,
No daydreams,
Nor any thoughts,
No compulsions,
Nor elitist tenets,
No baggage,
That I may be fraught.
Don't give me pressure,
Nor covenant,
Don't turn the corner,
And open my eyes,
Don't you dare give me,
Pause nor direction, sis,
Just give me regard,
And keep the surprise.
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