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The phrase "you love your fear"
Is spoken at me three times one day.
It's true, I cling to it
Like a sock. The week flies by.

I start to talk like a self help book.
To correct this, I blast
"Eat yrself fitter." It doesn't work.
What does work is the computer.

I stare myself into it
Several hours a day. There,
The universe is literally words
And pictures. I love this universe

Like a fear. I love it day and night.
It tells me stories beautiful and dirty.
It puts me in touch with others
Whose fears are so obvious to me.