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Quietus**They say the neon lights** / Don’t often burn that bright / Splintered from my urethra

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X, Y, Z**Downward spiral** / In rejected denial / Put on a duplicitous smile

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Secret no more (Secret 2)**I’ve once heard musings** / Of recitation reflecting an area / Of negligence that should

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Something**My growing disdain for any semblance of a productive life has grown far greater than I could have hoped.** / When once I embraced life with a wide-smiled, open-armed optimism, I have only been left with this inexorable malaise. / It is a personal strife I endure ever day. My existential outlook has collided with the nihilistic propaganda force fed to the multitudes at an alarming rate. The functions, gatherings or otherwise diminutive events of the more fortunate seem to have subsumed the necessity for a more literate or enlightened future.

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Apology**The fragments of the sumptuous** / thirty-plus / have been dispersed about me

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Minute Michael**Minute Michael upright sat, morningwise, donning the dayspring shine.** A squint-eyed Michael flip fumbled floorside, unmeaningly frolicking through a sunstained daze. / With armsthrough and torsocovered, a once morningshamed Michael, now shamecovered, left-footedly saunters kithenbound. / Downfaced, Michael straightback bends, greeted legpurringly by Mr. Muffin, a furlined feline.

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Secret**At this particular juncture** / You are my salacious secret. / My impulse and my desire

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