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its a poem about death by disease named Huntingtons, what its like too be its victim.
Choreographed in my Chorea

The accusation of my mental evacuation.
Criminal as this incrimination.
Disgruntled with all this discrimination.
For your less than polished observation.
Strenuous with your accusation.
Tell tale as my dimples of aggravation.
Indiscernible and indescribable in my mutation.
Spellbound by this evocation.
Convicted by connotation.
Implying senile connotation.
Genuflecting and reflecting on my dulcet intonation.
Like the twilight twinkle of my station.
The fringes of my intellect dulled infectious in there molestation.
Like a spring rose gone dusty without pollination.
Slipping in my own slippery amalgamation.
Revelling in your consolation.
Humming placid in this placebo on the vast hemispherical shiny, silencing constellation.
Hallow as my hollowed salvation.
Like the palpitation of my denied actualization.
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