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Rajas Poem #1

It goes too fast I am too much
The fire one of 4 doors
Blood hot to the touch
I say Yantra but it was always

I can barely control myself
Impulses always plead
I never wanted much help
Destruction follows me

I leave ashes in my echos
My anger always on delay
With my tempo at allegro
Experience sets the stage

Burning my life down
So I say I’m an ascetic
They can’t ignite me
If no one is around

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