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Here In Babylon

Sitting here sipping upon a monster's energy drink Trying to clear my mind that perhaps the fog shall lift Her palette may appear this verse an image, something ? Short nights long days still walking through yesteryears haze.. Upon a train unto nowhere at least within this life I would wish Here, amid a world without inspiration ? Winding staircases rising Towards empty ledges her paradox; vertigo's revolving doors bizarre.

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