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no hiding from it
the shades are drawn
and quartered
the night air is dirty
and crawls about like
a sick spider looking
for a death bed
I stare into the mirror
and no longer recognize
who is staring back
...there is nothing
more I can do
now
the clocks have
stopped
the rose has
fallen
and luck has run
out like toilet paper
when you need
it the most
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