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Matter

by The Black Bile

Sounds Of Reminiscence
And Altogether Sigh.
We Try To Be Sure Of What Matters.
And If This Is What You’d Think Of Me-
I’m Dislocated Sympathy.
We Try To Be Sure Of What Matters,
And What Matters To The Mad?

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