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Imagination
I imagine, a weakness-
It slams into bleakness.
The possible collides with the expected.
Matter and Anti-
Explode in a void
Of humdrum
Leaving me numb.
There is no creeping tomorrow-
Only the now of ennui.
Where is hope in this?
rummaging through the garbage can of my mind,
I find no tidbit of sanguinity-
Pity-
That mendacity
Flames the candle
Of a meaningless shadow.
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