I'll Finish This Book Later

Dive into the land of papercuts and ink stained cufflinks
 These words open doors
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 Keep a record of your receipts
 To remind you of the joy of the sunset escape
 The poem will bring you down
 Your hatreds float away like butterflies
 And maybe you'll read this tonight
 Gain credence through what you'll recite
 Dust the page often
 Take your time
 
 Though it seems a constant duel
 When you feed yourself the words that open up the child in you
 Grab the bourbon from the shelf
 This moment needs to be cemented, cemented
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 The poem will bring you down
 Your hatreds float away like butterflies
 And maybe you'll read this tonight
 Gain credence through what you'll recite
 And maybe you'll read this tonight
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 Dust the page often
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 Take your time