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Writing is a type of mania
But without those less desirable
side affects of other self indulgent
behaviors. It helps one to shed the
straight jacket and washes cool
The burning fires of the soul
Refreshing ever those musty places
Trapped deep within
Giving voice to
Subterranean soundings.
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