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Nocturnal Emissions (Free verse) by EAger to Offend Ruined by the mundane day
By itâs âwake, work, and get paidâ
By the blasé art of commerce
A sterile compost
-the city.
Starving for solitude
In the darkest a.m. panic
These eyes stay wide
To deny the nightmare congestion
Imprinted under-lid.
Eager to offend
I lick my plate
And meditate
On my home-made mandala
Wallpaper.
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