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Oct 2018
You're admirable.
Merely floating.
Thirsty and dry.
Seeking enlightment.


We're falling
short
of
breath.
You shouldn't have ****** with the infinite.



You oughta be careful,
wishing from that well of wisdom.
You could drown, become laughing stock
or choke on a penny that was wishing for freedom.


You shouldn't have ****** with the infinite.
John Andrew
Written by
John Andrew  29/M/Chambly, Qc, Canada
(29/M/Chambly, Qc, Canada)   
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