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Apr 2011
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..."
© Copyright A. Forrest 2011
Written by
A Forrest
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   JRBarclay
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