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Itchy Beard

These bristles I stroke,

Rest whistles below,

Test my will; I choke.

Seize my pill, pillow.

 

Drink tincture I brewed,

Herb censure resumes.

Think is leached, I mused.

Curb is reached, refused.

 

Wake: writing, I feel

Pain biting receiver.

Stake my claim, I reel,

Slain fighting believer.

 

Illusion by day, delusion by night.

Seclusion by day, solution by night.

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