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4d
Wanna be pervasive on thoughts?
On carte blanche?
I'll give you a perverted stream
And force you to wade in it.

I'll tease you with wonder,
I'll keep from you the infinite.
Enjoy your *******?
Have another pile of manure!
What sows is what grows?
What is sown is what will have grown?
Yet, the fields of the conscience are different?
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