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No Pocket Lint

Death takes no middle ground
I might as well be a ghost
running helter skelter
between late and early
past my epithet as I pull
a rabbit out of the hat
feeling not afraid
but pocket lint
has no place in my soul
or emptiness
leaving me half full
FriarAbbot
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