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How can I be of service?
A few drops of soul left
Squeeze me like a cyst
I long to be bereft

No hell in a vaccuum
Physics tell me so
Stale emptiness
The home I long to go

Joy is pain’s doormat
Welcome, come in
Like a thief in the night
Divest the void within

Now the value displaced
A car off the lot
Divine wild creature
Now roadkill to rot

Live my life in
Ninety-nine cent bins
With contusive fruit and
Expired vitamins

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Was it worth your try?
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