With intense eloquence,
No effort beyond surrendor to pain,
With added transparence,
Would I but could escape to that domain,
Like I am doing now,
To hear myself is a broken record,
Will any more skips even be allowed,
Before this heart breaks and I am no more,
It happens to the best,
The worst also die with as much fanfair,
Which is to mean, much less,
Meaning nothing,
Naught taking away naught,
So much produced, nothing to show for it,
It's a deadly sin to even be sought.
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