Catatonic poem
Here I sit, here I sit, upon the beach, catatonic in the envious sun, catatonic in the envious sun, the sun whose work is never done. Catatonic and frantically trying to keep cool, at the same time, yes, a bit of an oxymoron. Catatonic and platonic. The relationship of us. Catatonic and platonic, or is…
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