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Jellyish twinge of guilt for ungratitude invades me like a prick to the balloon I have things I want more. All explode. Jellyish pang of shame for greed grips me like an eagle clutches its prey I want everything Now. A fiasco. Jejune dreams All return to nothingness I have more than enough The cup overflows All dissolve to reality I'm both plucky and lucky. (19-03-1999) |
