Magnetic Poem

If you think it was just a play of words
I shouldn’t have let you
If you think you can piece me like the way you want to
Think back, I work my own chords

Stick here, stick out
These thoughts from random, now into your coherence
Drop low, slip out
I won’t let your interference

Stop this change, from bark to phloem
I’m not your slave
Neither I’m a magnetic poem
Find someone else, someone you crave

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