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That's me
In black out
Don't need me now
Let's not be late
For tone poems
From unthinking men
As they attempt to sell you:
"Emote, slow down, eye contact, and happy face"
And I will run
And come back
To wait for you
Congratulate
The imp god
From springing leaks
Our devotions dying
In hams of will
Where I conceived my
Planned blackouts
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