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Incipient streem

Meta poem

While my body asks for
Temperance I persist
Arsonist that I may be
Never my flames will consume thee
O my fever, intemperance
O my inner self, perpetual dance
While my body asks for
Rest and calm I insist
Assassin that I may be
Never my blade will cut thee
O my incipient stream of words untamed
O world of things unseen
Every skin I have not been.

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