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Fickle little flicker,
A glimmer.

Beat,
Boiled
Bitter and set to simmer.
Through weary oculars
(All crusted with patience)
The view comes to-

Pointless,
Aside from gesture
Intentions, spared only to nurture
Nothing, no one
No anywhere, anymore.

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