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The Mind

My head plays tricks

I get my kicks

From alcohol

And dope

But I just hope

There is no rope

Waiting at the end

I surely need a friend

But I was round the bend

I say this in all candour

But the rancour

I received

Left me aggrieved

As Wylde said “reveal yourself to the world, and it will reveal its self to you”

No truer word spoken

A mere token

As I stand here

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