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The Burden of Id (Free verse) by D. $ Fontera Like an electrified
Inebriated
Flustered sort of saint
Twice over crossed by
Fated stars
To watch life
Through imprisoned eyes
Tempt me not
For I am not
To be tempted
Restraining instincts
So far along and never
Close to discovering
That which drives us all
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