i am the empress of procrastination
the godess of missing things
keys coupons pieces of lint
houses
my heart
something else i still don't know i left behind
i should search for them
but i'd rather put that off
another ice age
whilst i wave my golden sceptor
and think about all the deific things
i will do with my puissance
tomorrow
eventually i will find them
christmas on may 22nd 1/2
all these pretty things
tucked away in matresses
and pockets or maybe
in my ears
i should probably finish this poem
before i lose it
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