Tangled in your own dictation
Thrust into literation
Your literation will be mistaken
As an act of great exaltation
In the way it is mistaken
If you were sharper, you’d have more creation
It is not me, but your maker
That angers you and puts you into this alteration
Loving you is hard to do
The words don’t stop and neither do you
You are taken with your own dilation
On my very creation
why was I awakened to deal with this mistakenness
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