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loops and curls of hair
stranding back into knotted
weaves to play upon as our lives
lead off along split thoughts
and ends of irony delivered
deliberately in such a devious
fashion that masquerades ambiguously
infinite sparse dyes of hues and tones
fade back into their same shade
after years of blissfull indignance
dissonant indifference shattered by serene
empty foils of futures yet spun into
the clippings that wash this
oily sheen into some more conentrated
yet sinister form
warned of our own obsolesence
try to fucking give up already
to stop the tearing tears that apostrophe
your own soliloquy of relativity
obstinate little devils aren't we?
meaningless in our outright miniscule
sore true chartreuse loosely
painted plyingly, outright lyingly
finally, something to actually gamble on
incorporate negativity to maximize
possibility into serenading dystrophy
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