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No Brain No Pain

the � �
bliss of faith � �
cant � � �
penetrate � �
my � �
faulted skein � �
of � � �
rationale � �
a � �
-bandoned blame � �
no � � �
judgment haunts � �
this � �
blistered frame � �
as � � �
I refuse � �
to � � �
play I lose � �
too � �
weak to act � �
one � � �
second past � �
that � �
common chance � �
to � � �
gratify � �
I � �
dangle from � �
my � � �
silken spew � �
an � �
inchworm in � �
the � � �
august breeze � �
a � �
living cyst � �
thrown �
helplessly � �
among
the threat'ning � �
bony trees � �
whose � �
lips blow heaven's � �
mindless reign � �
no � �
brain no pain � �
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