Foreign fifty-one.
Excuse me?
Foreign 51.
Im sorry, I still dont understand what y..
Four, n, 51.
Look, pal, Im bu..
4N51.
Wait a minute..
ANSI.
Ahh.. I understand.
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It isnt there for you to see
until such time as it can cause
the most despair. Intractably
it tears and climbs with unseen claws.
The change is clear - your hairs begin to stick out straight with it around,
its presence near. A warning thin dont hesitate. Flee underground.
Great swathes of it are stripped away as black. Before a cloth of night youll soon admit that in the day
you fear, but more without a light.
The poems conceit: my self-esteem is like a tiger whereupon
Id hate to meet it in a dream. Like a tiger: nearly g o n e.
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