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I pray for

Stupidity to leave
every time I'm weak
left hand fingers close
fisting my hand
Can I throw my arms up
out of reach?
nothing is tempting me
tell my mind, no
right hand holds prudence
october comes again soon
leave me alone
leave me alone



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