She sits there, alive in a dead way
Like a crocodile on a dry fast
Her purpose remains a mystery
And she only takes snail turns
What pot of gold does she seek
Or has she found diamonds in these walls?

So I ruffle leaves and pages
Until my mind finds a new muse
These codes inspire some terror
But my fingers won’t pull the trigger
Like a time bomb, I long to explode
But like a charming cat, I just watch.


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