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Jun 2013
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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