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A fucking poem popped in my head while I was outside sucking down a fag
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Wherefore it seem a crime
To write within a rhyme
Nagging indecision
Moon-bound intuition
Of temple made are we
Forever I will see
A seeking need to know
Within or without, so
It pains me not, admit,
I think I'll never quit
To want to go inside
Then move again outside
On that line, I want to ride
In and out, rise, fall, tide
Waving, waxing, waning,
Wishing thoughts insaning
Now imagine how
It be this, absurd,
About, yet without
Using, vulgar word
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