Poem: Simmering

Simmering 

Simmering, simmering to the core,

Feels like I can't take it anymore.

The patience filled,

Up to the brim.

No matter what you do,

It is impossible to trim,

To trim all options.

They're nothing but,

mere erosions.

Within the life's motions.

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