What can you do?
She wants to go on
Until she's done.
She's ever so sure
Of what she's not sure.
No argument's pun.
No questions left either,
Or answers given.
She's happily in pain
Unusually silent
She talks to me now.
Why would she bother?
Nobody knows.
She thinks it all up,
Reality fading on top.
What am I to feel?
Shame there is no second go
Under my care.
She wants to go on
Complaints, and all.
I walk with her sometimes.
(C) 28-09-2026
To Hex with an I
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