A circle of thoughts,
Some of conceit,
In a garage of antiques.
Unaccepted presence,
Ironically,
Holds the loudest voice.
And then, emotions.
A flow of desired attention.
And a voice, emitting contrasting beliefs.
That voice, dreaming of self-fulfillment,
Is the loudest voice
In the circle of thoughts.
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