Consistency
a villanelle
I have known nothing but this
Its' projections manipulate my vision
A companion that lives to reminisce
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It is a perpetual deafening, convulsing hiss
Mangling my eardrum with incision after incision
I have known nothing but this
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A presence that detects and then repels bliss
By injecting and then procreating derision
A companion that lives to reminisce
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A sourness thickens the air without remiss
Mimicking the bile with precision
I have known nothing but this
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Regret dangles me over our abyss
One that was forged with years of collaborative revision
I have known nothing but this
A companion that lives to reminisce
About the Creator
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