erase all that start over with a fresh idea
be no less blunt good words don't hurt
despite the fog of vague associations
the idea is me and in me will come out
what I wrote before no longer satisfies
circumstances reinvented by time alone
what I wanted then not what I want now
say more or less what I think life means
this slippery secret journey between real
people and consructs of wandering mind
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