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An Undoing, of sorts
You think, and you think.
Then you think of the thought you thought.
You thought nothing could be wrought.
Until it was caught, by consciousness.
Realization hits, suddenly all is amiss.
Fear rends the soul, inertia starts to stir.
So the mind starts to run,
and you become undone.
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