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I don’t concern myself
with another’s thought
spoon-fed information
makes me and mine rot
I’d rather live alone
and talk to myself,
the faces in the walls,
and to Fear itself

It gets a little dull,
but makes a rapier wit
sharper than a razor,
but of mild benefit
and as my life continues
through a fantasy my own,
I find myself in a love affair
with a Maiden and a Crone.