| Deep within attentions equidistance, this hollow sphere of hopelessness
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| expandds 'till it pops and there is only nothingness between nothingness and I,
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| but I digress.
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| Perfect skin, ball of life, a blister, a blip, once removed, collected cool,
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| often sidelined and whipped.
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| I’m teething at the toes of courts convened in teh arean of the argument
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| demaned.
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| The blissful absence: wealth unearned, ne’er babought, bethrothed to open world
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| hallucinauts.
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| Shifting shapes, sleek dissolve, still bereft of a cause, farers clad,
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| sans-design, no respite a conditional clause.
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| Driven only by the voide, my darling Anhedonia.
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| Give me death!
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| This fortress once erected, named and scheduled for collapse, fading aptitudes
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| and insticnts and all memories left to pass, grip the hands of my companions
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| with whom I’ll perish in my cell, ancient fables of immortal sounding like a
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| dying bell.
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| I can still feel them.
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| It carries like an atom bomb, oh wistful worlds, it carries like an atom bomb. |