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Sadness Like a blanket of chains Drags my soul through The moaning minutes. Drunken gorillas Poke their greasy toes Into my eyeballs Leveraging my personalities. Ebbing and flowing Cries like a taxi Running through the rain washed street Of another anonymous rape or murder. Can you see the me The free me The me of one thousand years The me of one million years With no makeup I walk The gods of my mind talk I finger my brain and its stalk And generate a hug and a cough.

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