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May 2017
Once, I lost my bias.
And I could no longer tell.

The difference between a mountain;
And the difference between a well.

It mattered not to me, you see; ifβ€”this was a lion
And that was a tree.

Now I lie here naked, and underground
Not able to tell the difference between a killer
And a clown!
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