Always a tempest,
Wound spring our eristic man,
Even in calm tea.
“Wise enough to know,
How to lure one inside,
Of their own debate. “
That wisdom has flaws,
And gives way too much credit,
That my mind debates.

Always a tempest,
Wound spring our eristic man,
Even in calm tea.
“Wise enough to know,
How to lure one inside,
Of their own debate. “
That wisdom has flaws,
And gives way too much credit,
That my mind debates.
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