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Operation

Operating under

Illusory

Neon lights

I thought I was

Winning

The game

But the buzzer

Cries foul.

In the commercials

They laugh

It off.

It’s always

A joke.

It’s a bright world,

Theirs.

Always lit

And never empty.

But what happens

When the lights flicker?

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