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Today, I mean just today on this idiotic hour
I returned from my tropical self
I have returned to my sheltered self
I have exchanged many selves
In the shelves of many pelted selves
I may monger a little longer than wider my odd self
I may oblige to your oblique selves and richer selves
Not always have I sold my self to your flickering self
You are always ease at your self
You are always a comrade near and a blockade afar
You see my skewed self and my asymmetric velvet self
I am waiting for my plastic self and counting for centuries thereafter
I am chewing myself and all other written words and odd letters
Let this skillful self become a shivering self with wrinkled papers
Wood and cotton to follow the fate of the paper selves
With no oblique reference to the biblical self, a burned out self is born