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I cannot dwell in the perfectly clear
Rather, more like the generally near
Of faded colors and blurry lines
Reverberations of my mind
Though my eyes be weak
And my hand be lame
A kind word yet bespeak
Drop a coin just the same
My cup is empty of glory
You have all the pencils
So tell me a story
A crumb from your stencil
Please throw me a pun
Out the window of your high tower
Shoot the bullets from your gun
I have need of your super power
Please forget the superficial love
In the haunts of electrostatic-pedia
For virtual is the blood
And so cold the ethereal flood
Of magnetic social media
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