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A Certain Displeasure (Suicide in Silent Dusk)
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One certain displeasure
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                                   of abusing the amphetamine are
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the sporadic
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egomaniac
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bouts.
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It seems it serves
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to re-power those
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shut-down
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uninhabited
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parts
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        of my self, as if
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these long since
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abandoned
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remnants
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could reinvent me,
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but all it does
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is put a veil over the eyes;
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                                     and see,
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i cannot be reinvented.
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                                Suddenly the dead ego
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awakes as if it could
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will the vessel
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past its mediocrity.
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                   (  This repeats, its cyclical.  )
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As if
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        it could redeem
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the id.
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        That id,
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a hopeless
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gangrene
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of defected
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belief systems,
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                      purging itself
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in billions firing
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                     explosions
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of synthesized
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Dopamine
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and the alien
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Amphetamine
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chemistry seizing
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whatever transmitters
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                              still work,
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like the brain i have
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were a junkyard engine
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crunching
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              its rusty
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pistons
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to fire
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on this
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diluted concocture
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of fuel and get
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the vessel moving
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                          somewhere,
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again.
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Only to breakdown.
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Always to breakdown.  
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This pathetic
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lonely existence,
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I look at my
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shredded fingertips,
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turning gray from
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obsessively playing
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the instrument. I look
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at the only evidence
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of any of that
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                    ecstatic crucible into insomnia,
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it is almost funny.
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I think
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I will
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just
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get drunk on my favorite whiskey
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and slit open my wrists.
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3 Jul 17

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ithinkyounailedit witha nailgun. nice work.
 — cadmium

I like you and not because you used id
 — bettalpha

Ok I admit I liked you cos you used junk yard. There is something exceedingly good about junk yard poetry. Your junk in my yard, etc. You should have finished on opening another wrap. No one carries imagery through no more. What a ruin
 — bettalpha

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