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Open for business And not much else There's always a betrayal Of virtue and apathy Just one pleasurable stroke of Nothingness... Subdued emotion, trapped at The "Someone's Arrived" bell Haven't I heard it before? One who dreams... Perhaps dreamt too much. So use your thrusting pen To write a painful Song and Close my eyes... To lapse into a State of non-being. What a word! What am I committing? (my mind) I was along the lines of... ...never mind... Intentions were for No matter. Fifty years more of Elfin tears Won't prevent Dreams from Coming Damn flight Tears close up shop And make an excruciating entrance Exit Here, Please. Now. What a suicide Of thought. Wasn't this supposed to be Enjoyable?

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