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Nov 2022
Unhooks the crook suspending you.
Strings released to throb no more.
Scars, a ruse to twin with the scarrer;
Unwilling to question why they wish to

turn from the chasm, and fill it with refuse.
Shedding off skins for a cushy velour,
surrounding each other with fitful manner
tizzied so terribly at heaping up dues.
CIIR
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