You remember my coming as an act of trade,
Smoke arises to burden the ones who convey;
A mirage has more degree and events
Than the only trade of neglect.
My moistening of the flesh is absurd,
So do not be mean to my entirety,
Instead do the worst of the trying
And internal worries counteract the medicine.
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