Thought Addict

My two cents on a chessboard
Doubled every square 
A fortune, call it squandered or saved or spent
Thought-less: vial filled with vile
More thought-scrum head(y) trauma
A penny for your clarity
Halves while I wish to have not
Con-centric are my foci 
Jet, stream, de-luged 
Down ice mount(p)ain
For ad-renal-ine
But for sooth
Empty mine
Full body

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