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Neon
Hello madness,
come speak to me quietly about nothing
there is an emptiness of thought I seek
Sewing starlight from neon
I look to the mundane
and draw a new truth
Where cult beliefs hold real value
as the obscure hides in the open
and a little shine can be seen from the heavens
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