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So, may the final moment become

The first moment again

And all the shit

In between

And all the sweet, beautiful contents of my pockets

For some poor sap to rifle through

While I carry on a new game of tag

Though, I'm the only one playing

It's just too silly to stop

And the next step begets the next

With really no steps to follow

I dropped the fear that clung to my chest, like a vest

And gained infinite peace, and wisdom

All the while pissing on the fire of my passions

Shall I continue to follow these spiralling steps

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