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By Curtis Johnson
Within me this I know that there is a space,
Outside of reason, perhaps, where I should reach,
To share in the myths of confusion
And it is not as if from behind a protected quarter,
I have not tried,
But passion, oh passion stirred, is not desire innate,
It beckons; it drives me, defiant of mortality,
Beyond an addicts fix.
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