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Still lingering in the clouded acts
Of mutually undone pacts
Being drawn to the inner tyranny
Splintered parts of the one and the many
There’s always been this whisper
Chanting all the possibilities
Enticing as a sharp razor
Promising indefinite atrocities
Still asking the same questions
Which started this journey
Only to come up with vague suggestions
To reach the longing atrophy
Long is the wait to oblivion
But the greater the reward
To bond with the alien
The strange tension unbarred
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