Trembling beneath is a soluble motion,
Trickling down softly under if further,
Teasing the needer with subtle deception,
Trenching he, depicting it as a feather.
"My nausea is getting worse," needer complains,
"My cozen nausea!" needer exclaims,
"My perscribed nausea?" needer questions,
"My vile disruptive nausea." needer states.
Whipping around in definitive manners,
Whistles the blown fortress of needer,
Waters calm, yet drowning of planners,
Why my eye, fly in the face of feeder.
Save me now needer, you're the only one left,
Defensive although not considered defending,
Cry out! Sing for this is my only life,
And I am not sure why we just keep pretending.
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