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Choosing by the hour my confessions;

Reap what you sow.

Emotions will not grow,

Give away possessions,

A slow, ineffective


As you well know.

I am only a voice

I don’t do this from choice;

But I am in your head

I want to tell you to go

But instead

Probably go to bed.

Will that be the end?

I would not kiss and show.

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