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Manipulation


quiet manipulation, push pull – in* out the front and Into another’s willing ear, misguided working, Malicious words running into the brain :keeping score of the best and the beaten Bottom of the food chain, with their eager faces eating the Forested words like a silky feast after a slippery civil war, playing the mind like a fool no help or contact to conscious Effort using the Grain to pull it up through the invisible wall of diluted yoke and rain storm seeping through the fissures dragging you behind the right and to false and err Weights and heavy on your back Not Working right but slowly; agonizingly slowly Strangling all you once knew and Replacing with what they say you Knew and Now Know.
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