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Easily I absorb your knowledge

Inexplicably I argue with my courage



Am I to argue with my thoughts?

Will I learn from a mistake sought?



My thoughts swallow a thought I thought.

I don't want it!...I lie in distraught.



What is it I do to relieve of this stale Inhalation?

It is bad for me but still I take the situation.



A Sponge I have become to this day

A Sponge you can control and leave astray.



I can squeeze out all the cognition,

will not be left empty but with memories of observation.



I Sponge wish to be left out to dry,

I Sponge have been soaked with speculative sighs.



Slowly I begin to die,

Leaving me out to dry...



Slowly I begin to dry,

Leaving me out ot die.