It's me the road map maverick
your political boundaries
don't impress me
they suppress me
Confounded
seeking
convalescence
...inside an inward
spiral....
Your topography
portrays a clouded idea
a coupled and binded
blind hysteria
You can only see faceless forms...
and your filling out forms...
plus claims
and now your claiming the forms
you forged...
I consume daily
my reasons are
intrinsic
I will lose one day...
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