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Sum of Ho Hum
You - yes, you Zero
Pray for nothing, waste
More atrophied muscle, dry eye, tired sky writing.
Croak your cuddled and bored skeleton ash.
Go prey upon face-spittled self, O you waste
Or haste away again, the precious no longer hours
Constructing prisons of inconsequential hot airs
For yourself. Nothing.
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