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 Nov 2020 artisticAR
Lydeen
One
Two
Three

One
Two
Three

One
One
One...

Oh
See
Dee

O
C
D

­One
Two
Three

Count
The
Tiles

Pick
Your
Cuticles

twitch
Twitch
TWITCH

tick
Tick
T­ICK

too
loud
Too

Loud
TOO
LOUD

Stop!
Stop!
Stop!

Intrusive
Th­oughts...
They're

way
too
loud...

They
Control
Me

One
Two
Thre­e

One
Two
Three

Count
With
Me

Cracks
and
Imperfections

Count
­With
Me

O
C
D
I guess consider this a part two to the first poem I ever wrote on here, which was about seven. I've moved on from seven to three since then.
I have to use religious language
Though I think death is the end

Poetry means making
Creativity, my friend

We saw Sacre Couer
Twilight in Seattle

My children at the beach
Solitude a battle

I live alone and wait
I worry but walk ahead

If you live long and prosper
Leonard Nimoy is not dead.
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