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I wonder at times,
at how the ether listens
to me.

Of how I want
or need, 

exactly when I don’t need it.

The smoke,
when I’m trying to quit,

Sex, when celibacy should rule.

My thoughts chase
each other,
a
disconnect along 

a cable.

Maybe, 

If I only have one thought,
I will have what I really need.

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