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You need a compression Of the mind You need effemeral To hide your signs Stop their intrusion In your special brain Control your alphawaves In the psychic sparring room A telepathic link Can slow his heart Or with wrath You can blow his head apart *"My art My art keeps me sane... My art..."*

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Published: Apr 1, 2011
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