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And thus I sit in nane’s abide
Dystopia’s little mew of fey ,
I sane the senselessness of hours -
Thru unrelenting Sickroom’s wae .
The days and nights of lang remain
From Childhood’s lone of breath ,
A leitmotif of Ennui’s dree -
To Senescent’s view of Inearth’s death !
Now as time and I shall ebb
And storms of Thanatos in me - wait !
Edenic’s love hast passed me by -
The choice of chance - O fate !
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