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"Hi, I'm Nick. This is my blog, the endless stream of consciousness that always seems to be falling out of my mind. I think a lot, and I believe that my posts are pretty deep. Thanks for reading."

painful as a gunshot, precise as a pinprick.

Pavlov rings his bell
ever so delicately
Pavlov drags me along
though I yearn to be free
and every sensation
with laser precision
haunts all that I do
an indelible derision

but even though Pavlov released me
long ago, before a world anew
all that I do and all that I see
feels, hurts, rings like that little bell
louder than the solace of time

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