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Ill With Wonder. 

Fate of tonight
in my hands
once I finally find
the rhythm.

Flirting with abolition.
Integration.
Could find my center,
or fall into

your hands, numb,
dumb and subservient.

And really,
which would be better for me? 

I really wonder. 
Makes me sick, ill
as death,

though I wonder…

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