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    PLEASE CREATE ME

    Please create me before the potato becomes my head
    I have become one of the million insane poets
    Or the bar fly that gathers information
    You will never be bigger than the day you are born
    Except the day that you die
    So the fear of life becomes pain
    And you become a weapon of some sort
    Concrete floors remain a desert of instability throughout the day
    Your perfection is carried off like a carcass by wolves
    In the deepest snow you will ever know
    Penetration of lies on the white screen are a comfort?
    And your pen if it still exists is an anesthesia for your frontal lobe
    The brilliance of our work is replication
    Merely shadows of stars

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