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clueless to the void, I employ, each sin. questions, within i, have to him. its sad. yet gladly, I give in. origins, of a lonely, man that, stands. only to hand me, an empty grin. lost this, ashes of, a crowded, rouse. pallets noose a, proof, value too, I suppose, I allow. yet, trials cruse. vital stress, entitled, by the wild, guess. I revitalize, my vile, of liquid, ill lecture, into smiles left.