Not much of anything to say about this scrawling.
I think I could’ve done a better job with this.
It kind of flows in the first verse. In the second it becomes quite uneven.
I hope you enjoy.
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Into spaces it all goes
Ordered and a senseless mix
Organised by time pressing down
So it can travel motionless
In those spaces it remains
Across more time than it took to place
Eventually it comes out
Ordered, senseless and returned to new space
Stupidity Hole 