Flyspeck

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Not feeling attractive today

Airborne manic obsession all a-fray

Until Gabriel calls with his mustache

Smiling both of us is how I picture us

So I go up the river again

Not with her, but in a rhythm

This buzzing occupies my head

Uninvited ice cold glass looks shattered

Can you believe a thousand light

This migraine pounds me to a fright

If I whine I speak of why?

For the Truth is I am just a fly.

Doing a job passed down from above

Gifting future what we think’s been gotten rid of. 

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