Alphabet hack or halfovit science?
I put my research on hold for a minute.
It seemed as though to miss me the ingrate.
While it grows more attached to my insides.
IT repeats its mantras whle I'm sleeping.
Or keeps me all night awakened by it.
Bring me my alibi bring me my spirit.
But first let it pass near the innocence.
And whisper in its tender ear something,
Something altogether mystical, sage.
I see where you're going I'm sorry
Earlier, I wasn't ready to listen.
Interrupt me again and I will speak.
Or tell it to me again and again
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