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prescribe the pink sugars for my mind to rest
the artificiality dims the white lights
window panes shiver where my ennuye' gaze is set
fluttering grace intertwines suspired lashes
one last hope is pinched in suede upon a stretched canvas
a crystal tear rings true to its word
while the intellect holds its tongue
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