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How many assholes had tactile interactions With these fellows and spokes before i stuck my nose in To inquire if you need assistance If not i guess i'll just go fuck myself Metal on gravel Rubber on road Gear in machine Roof on your home Taken as given Avoid reinvention for dim insulation And every night at 11pm I drop my pills in a wheel, filled with dilemma and fear Consider: What has always been, is not my eternity And every morning at 7am Consider: What has always been, is not my eternity What has always been It's not my forever and always What has always been Is not my eternity