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In throes of feverish self-destruction Wondering how I got to this place first I felt a force behind each decision Driving me, among options, to pick worst Was it fear of failure? Fear of success? Or had a real devil infused me through Or was it release of lifelong abcess I'd held back, dammed up, building to a spew Dark brown, green, purple, red, a vile deluge Spilling out across my territory Saying "Deal with me now! Don't take refuge!" Submerging me and pursuit of glory Viewed from my new vantage, in retrospect I see why this mass I failed to inspect. |
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