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Sufi Style<BR><BR>
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<a href='archives.php'>archives</a><BR>I am not okay with this,
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I can't go on, the shudders come
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So often now, I can't control the
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Outbursts, thoughts of sex and her and
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I slam my fist into my palm, I shake my head,
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I say things I don't know and
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Can't understand, the muscles
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In both arms contract,
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I squeeze and crush an invisible enemy
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Or lover, every word
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Every wish, every regret, every
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Passion, rage and filth; I am
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What I have made myself, and what I was
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Is gone, I, I, I,
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Develop ticks and nervous habits to
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Cope, coddle my affectations and then
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Decry them, I am not okay with this,
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As a talking man worshipping silence
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All I can do is scratch my head
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And wait for my hair to fall out.</BODY>
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