Garbage Post: False Sparkle

Endurance, low

My decisions, my pain

My clouds, my rain

I’ve placed myself in the outer space, too distant for a foot race, back

Cloud cover, insignificant muttering muttered

Dizzy, and I’m gasping for more than air

New programming, repair

Am I ever ready, one shoe on never a care

Can I get it together no sir no pair

Am I the wheat or the tare?

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