Aren't what I've always wanted,
But sometimes when you get what you're asking for,
You wish you'd waited a jaunt.
I've nothing left to say, and no way to say it,
And no more combinations thereof,
So this will be my last attempt at,
Communication.
You need to show me more, and this is the answer,
To the puzzle that has left both our lives,
As barren as if we moved to the desert,
And clearcut everything besides.
And it's alright,
I won't be gone forever,
Just until I think of something to say,
That is not a repeat of whatever.
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