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SACKED
Naïve allusions, like sad refrains
Inject a nonchalance, that shadows each day
Innuendoes launched, from crooked smiles
Brief glances, hooded, can’t hide the guile
A haunting lamentation, which shatters the peace
Colors the backdrop, with brooding unease
Gravitate to the corners, to slip through the cracks
Grasping at wraiths, that don’t care to grasp back
What is darkness …but an absence of light
What is death…but an absence of life
Conjecture the continuum, a linear path
Allegorize briefly, for the feeble to grasp
Sacrifice knowingly, for a name on a wall
Slam the door closed, let burned bridges fall
What is void…but an absence of space
What is lacking…but an absence of faith
Cloaked in awareness, of being cut loose
Dance with the insipid, who tighten the noose
Knowing discreetly, without giving to spate
What is peace…but an absence of hate
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