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Not that which it is not

Tingling sensation

queer in the soul Raising me low

in all of my thought How could I on others express Those which are mine personal and fought Waddling in one to live in another

Another without code or selfish

benign Interpreting the masses one has within From a sense of things thats mine.

could I be you?

a shadow unreal A serial of matter in time I explore in your face to be shown A blundering fool who can whine






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