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Sole Soul in the Long Run.

Bringing clarity
to these blurry eyes,
I cry to my Self:

Wake. Up. 

Lightning strikes
against my hard and heavy head.
Guess I was asking for it.

Delivery seemed easy enough.

Now to learn to do it on my own,
sole soul in my long run.
Now to safely and effectively remove
my bulbous gourd from my rectum.

I can almost see the light peek
up from between those thick hills… 

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