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FINDINGS Freezing, burning, jam tarts in a toaster Voracious appetite like a whale Spewing water up a spout while ingesting, Dives deep like the blackness of bottom mud Wanted only for its oil, and me for my soul that no-one can crave If I wanted ubiquity I would have gone farther To reach a tortured soul without drugs or cults, Not to find myself in the ravages of a hell of Heavens Gate But rather in the ethereal mount of the guru, Who could only turn out to be me |
Additional Notes:
A little bit of personal philosophy.
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