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Hopeless Testing

hopeless, lost in a world of numbers,
where letters mean nothing and time is limited.
Lost in complications which
are doubled by a cheating bitch

Time is ticking by as my problems are represented by hyphons,
glyphics of a language unknown to all except one.
there is no way to escape or move above,
i'm stuck here.

As completion nears i felt a pang of something i'm not used to, fear.
And it soon had polymorphed itself to pure uncontrollable terror.
So handed in, my name in blue
i pray to god my luck is true, and perhaps there weren't
that many mishaps




Poetry by Painful Profits
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Written on 2006-09-26 at 02:04

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