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4d
What can one do
when forced to stay
inside, but cry?

We are not products
on a shelf, nor should we
bid our lives.

What was fades
away,

unfortunate designs
disrupt and take over,

demeaning
rights of simple thought,
ancient way.

Positively empty,
first to congratulate,

king of my highest
mountain—

more than lucky
stars will have been
thanked.

Hello being amused,
not bemused, by
mistakes.

So long
departures.
AydanL
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AydanL
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