When I sit and
Think to myself
Of my
Future, I die
The pursuit of
Knowledge and of
Your sex
Can’t be denied
Silly people
Characters gone
Through me
Coursing through veins
My savior, come!
Am I a sad
person?
Like everyone...
There are so many things
I want to taste
Lick the waste
And feel compelled to scratch
I have idols too
They beat me
To it
By years and by days
Points inflict
Success
On
My wonders
Lie here
Feel
Greatness
Dots
Seeds
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