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Detox Bob and Wheel

Detox;
Inside the tornado
calm is a paradox;
Blissful with vertigo
no need to look at clocks;

That gale;
Flat spins are relaxing,
storm blows I can exhale;
Lifted blindly grinning
my head releases hail;

Display
the rage that lies inside;
They'll have nothing to say,
you have nothing to hide;
What is fear anyway?

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