Like played pick-up lines
An absent mind runs stanzas all day.
An assembly line of philosophy travels through neural networks.
Couplets, concepts, characters
And a lil 'litteration
Bake in my cerebral microwave set on high.
Endorphins water my growing smile as another
Empty sheet of paper is slain.
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