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Every night I go to the dentist,
He's left the light on,
For me and the moths,
This kind of consideration is rare,
Like a happy medium,
Maybe it's exclusive to spiritual types,
Then again, maybe not.
It always strikes me how insane we are,
In our hopeful repetition,
We call it perserverance,
Like when a dog marks it's territory,
Is an accident,
Thinking tha...
Saturday 2nd October 2021 8:58 pm
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