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60 lines
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NotebookOne.Ninth.fear
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by j z provo
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22 april 88
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I see you...all of your kind.
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And every last bit of
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You
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is within my
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Sight.
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You and your Kind
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Disgust
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Me; the only prejudice
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In
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Me.
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I Hate You
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and Your Fears
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in Your Shells...
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You are too frightened
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to Break Out;
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You just
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Drift
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across the Landscape,
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Feeling that you
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have no Control...
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Grasping too tightly to such an
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Unimportant Aspect
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Is surely the way
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Not to get it;
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Those of Us who
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Don't care about
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That
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Gain It.
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I stand here,
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Feet set firmly on this
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Grey Sand,
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You move whenever
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The wind buffets You;
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I plant my steps
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Carefully -
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I think I'll go and explore the mountains
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...perhaps one of you wretches will blow by.
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I can satisfy my Desires,
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I can do what I want;
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If you like, I'll teach you
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How to wield your own hammer
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And that Shell.
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Will Break.
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