This is June

Shame on my vocabulary

Only able to use a specific amount of words

While the rest escape my brain

At any given moment in time

This particular relapse into society

Needs more drug content

Otherwise it's only like being allergic to

This steady state of mind.

We're born at the beginning of the book

We write the words and hope to win

A Pulitzer prize

Don't think too deeply about emotions,

Dilemmas, and diplomacy

The subjects are fodder

And your photos are relics

Mistake reality for a dream;

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