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Constricted by the wicked snake,
By feigning wide-eyed finger shake.

This sphere of syntheticity,
A never-ending reverie.

Forced upon a pyrite throne,
A masquerade of skin and bone.

The tears are fraud, like liquid doubt
To cure the artificial drought.





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