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unforeseeable
when there is
little to no air
left to breath
when there is
no food of taste
or substance left
when the ashes of
imagination can no
longer be stirred
and the fire no
longer ignites
and the words
of poetry cease
sadness shall
finally gather
to claim her
victory
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