but a genius i attract
now, you say? when these breaths
are particular in whom they mend
in whom they offend
articulate, matters, they defend again and again
I bend the truth to your benefit
but you are unaware
and you spent it all on the next
dividend of selfish recruits
it's now no longer a devilish brute
that fractures the dam of internal
resistance, but an enchanting flute
filled with expectation, like a debonair Deleuze
without a title, insiduous.
In style, and pursuit
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