The indentity of rules that I, created.
How has it?
What I am;
made of?
My thoughts.
My thoughts,
in a sandbox filled with!
Thoughts, of pepper.
Thoughts, made of salted butter.
Salted butter made of thoughts, that make:
the difference.
I held open a dentist's mouth,
as if to believe in the condescending persuasion.
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