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                INKLING,

     Yes, Halvah, I am a madman.
     The ink chooses to be under
     the wings of mine—
     to delineate, you, darling.
     As the dawning bud of
     dopamine; you—‘d undyingly
     be the wind to my bloodless
     stings.

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                           1993.
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