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She’s a psychologist’s dream,

The lights agleam,

From her own self, she cannot redeem,

Because there are certain things she cannot un-see,

Her minds overcrowded by a basketball team,

Drumming a consecutive, relentless, melodic theme.

Thoughts running drastically in violent streams,

The mind has its own fraudulent scheme.

It expects you to live in the depths of harsh extremes,

You’ll need to get yourself a good defending team,

To be careful not to split your head at the seams,

Blow it all to smithereens.

You must accept u cannot reside,

Living inside, your mad neurotic mind.

N.T.J 22/01/2017©