As Soon As You Cross The Rubicon, Things Don’t Look The Same.

Where you’re going

Ain’t where you bin.

You was out.

Now you in.

Trouble, my friend.

You found lots!

Now it gots

Your short hairs.

All behind.

You will find

There’s no need

To plant that seed.

It’s already sprouted

Inside you.

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