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Listen
To the fools. Wisdom escapes from their mouths
Embroidered with the spiritual puke vodka endows.
Through the dead floorboards beneath me
I listen
To the parties rife with dubstep and dumbness.
Through the dead floorboards beneath me 
As a specter
Arises wedding bells,
The adoration of lovely belles
That smile The Smile 
of an olden journey
With translucent teal hills that stretch their humps out far
For your wanderlust; sunsets 
of sublime, deepest orange,
Cherished candles, then dew flames waving 'Hello' on passerby sills, 
Wooden cottages adorned with gingerbread safety and
Respected elderly smiles
All wafting along the piping Cake of Truth.
The Pied Piper's only victory is You.

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn:
Amare Amare Amare, Veni ad me, Veni ad me.
Non quidem?
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
I have seen your shadow diverge from your face
And hatred consumed me subtle.
I suppose in Earth's languid maw
You snicker at the pox of language;
Miracle depths align as you fix today's sandwich
In anguish
Of the love you shall never have, you’ve lost your chance
in the mirror. We’ve shattered in the mirror and lost it,
Laughing as we realized all along  
That I, I was the butt of the world's joke.

I shall go out to sea and fly with the ravens,
But alas, 
This fool desires only one known haven:
Wishing well—wish upon a star— 
The candles of my few birthday cakes
Never did have such volens potestatum.
Amare Amare        Somnium        Somnium

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