unwillinglly as useless as the blunt edge of knives
stuck in the Venn of mutually exclusive yet overlapping lives...
merriment pose deceiving, the dwelling a stagnant burrow
loneliness a vixen, moments survive hoping for tomorrow...
none has the leisure to listen to own shrives
the organic cave mists deserted as dying the emotion thrives...
aims unbound -- ambitions swelled -- pride rests on a rusty arrow
souls lost, values dead, body makes the bone live devoid of its marrow...
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