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[poetic_whim]

I've drawn a blank black back down down deep to the center of the earth where all the creative ideas are fashoned. Fashon I'm like fashion tear things apart but rarely find something genuine, my own, my only wish dream daze hallucination for originality drugs are the ultimate cliche with the exception of death of death of.... you. You. My

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[ariose_import]

Intriguing. Have to read this again when my brain is running.
Lovely poem.