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An Idea

Do you have an idea in your head,

Or does emotion spread?

Your mind

Like butter.

You are not blind,

Do not stutter.

You have not signed off yet,

No regret.

Can I mutter the words as set?

The filth I talk

Brings the fuckers out to gawk.

I will always show due respect,

Just don’t expect

A happy land.

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