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I seriously don't know how to use assonance and consonance
One time I’m in the mould and jamming with the worms.
Another locked in stir and nearer lunacy
than half a dozen men that I have ever been.
I think, therefore I stink when I again would drink.
So many faces grace the moods I shred as lace
and I cannot keep thought from jumbling in a knot.
Once long ago when strong I hung it on the moon.
The ethanol and madness fall and cause me crawl
from that white light the werewolf fights on brilliant nights.
So what is real and what is thought I’ll rot to know,
