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a wisp of black smoke

I fly through the worlds periphery
a vast wisp of black smoke,
a cancerous cloud of mental thought
free wills castigation,
 
I flit through the keyholes
about your homes and dreams
inside your tv and computer
watching you watching me,
 
I’m the control the weak yearn for
the restraint the headstrong kick against,
I’m just a black wisp of smoke
your mental prison made bespoke,

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