do you see?

Cryptic-toc goes the ciphered clock,
time passes by my obscurities locked.
Past transgression once questioned,
I began the compression of my daily confession,
with indirect expression and coded discretion.
Now I can’t change my estranged exchange
without limiting my range
for poetic license, so in defence I condense
the immense intense suspense of my 2-cents.

head-snap-off

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