This is not a poem
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What if the arcane was a euphemism for a cult?
This little light of mine,
I’m gonna let it shine,
Even though it’s late at night,
I’m gonna let it shine…
I am the greatest person alive!
I’ve cured cancer…
what if the reptile
was avenging
the ancestors
and got stuck
inside the pipe
I laid out my plans,
Made all my….
a decent virgin fears the warning in the clouds….
I ate a banana!
a giant pillbox
hand built, blown
up by another hand…
I tried to be productive,
I really did,
I swear…
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