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I sit,
blankly staring in a screen of hope.
Pondering over,
endless inspiration for one.
This hum,
a soft mechanical allure.
Lingers freely,
they shout into my deafened ears.
Mixing madness,
a solid array and blissful thoughts.
Vacuous disarray,
in a semi darkened room of abstinence.
A prose,
gently undulates the reverberation.
Inside me,
this absent confusion writes.
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