That moment at night,
When time is tight,
Watching my screen,
Immaculately clean.
That I can create,
Those words are innate.
That I can satisfy my duty
Of justice, truth, and beauty.
But I am tired and bored,
Empty and sored.
See you when I see ya,
But I don’t want to be ya.
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