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I was simply in it for the thrill
I was nimbly in it with a quill
Every time i had chills
Every rhyme had skill
Honey I would dream at times
Of a pocket full of money and a heart full of dimes
But these words are like currency for the mind
Im satisfied currently for the time
But I'll need another fix
It never sticks
Im back at it
Like a crack addict
with this potent poetry woe is me
I hope im never clean
Im hooked because of this machine
The rest is putrid human
Assuming im the best would be stupid hurbris
This poem is about:
Me
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