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Remember how I would yield for you?
Yield, stop thought
I would think,
what am I doing? and
why?
All reason has reached a dead end;
thought reads 'No Outlet' and cul-de-sac-s,
And unmarked speed bumps are
laughably ineffective, anyway.

I wonder:
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