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I don’t know why this word called ‘dispersion’

Lingers to my sick mind for a week from now

I had no connect or attachment to this coin

Neither have I showed any sort of disrespect

Even to the most dispersed thought of mine

Yet this word is clinging on to my inside out

What does it mean? My tenses. My vocals.

In search of clues, I disperse my bulging veins

Innermost to the fissures, edging out of the bugles

They search for a brighter answer, in between the miseries

Still, I know I persist a sense of globular dispersion