But I'm making myself,
If only because I came to this site,
Like purusing a shelf,
Not because the words myself and shelf rhyme,
Something much more profound,
Which I will never share because I know,
The secret to the truth is in the sound,
So here I am now over halfway done,
Counting the syllables,
Then when I post I will have added to,
This poetry that kills,
My ennui,
Like Neville's opposite,
Now here's the end and you know what I say,
If you want something then god go get it!
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