Hai(lf)ku, the other (half)’s a regular poem.

I could always just sit still and prevent my mind from busying around like a little bee, but my own self chooses not to,

Why is that?

I could always lean back into the gliding grind and just fucking stop it, repeated attempts must be enough.

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