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Lane-way darkness(!?)

Diacetylus

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The crowd's, hustling
forward in such a draft, not bustling?
Energy screams, as though it shall seem...

Opium-breathing scamps, forever no-hope for their mother, tramp.

Dreamily, in their ephemeral haze,
absorbing not gold,
Mockery, beyond days.

Feminine, opaque soul speak to me,
For why can I not fathom, what you will not ever give to me?
 
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