when the mind and soul are free,
sometimes infections creep in,
and they take control of me.
Infection causes clouding,
like the octopus and ink,
and inside my head, I'm drowning,
which makes it really hard to think.
You may ask, "Who's that gaping?"
and say, "It's really rude to stare."
But I'm vacant and don't notice,
not awake enough to care.
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