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the full bleed ensues, time is roving about
dismayed by your own regret, eyes fall heavy
anulled, your need continues, in your prime not much to brag about
later stars bring in the very first undone string, your progeny stares ahead
tisk tisk butter and crumbs line your brain, the pity of it all
the sound of veering cars screeching about ring, along with the phone
all alone all alone, despondent, surging forth, in your fake dread
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