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Ana Apathy
by Redwin Tursoe
There is a level of null
Beneath the void
Where nothing is more nothing
Than nothing itself
The quintessence of nothing
Doom and the mabeline of times streaked tears
Warping back the melted clocks of snot
From liquid sobbing and longing
That never go a gasp of air
Suffocated out by the final true destruction
Of all innocent hope
And nothing of value was lost
There is a level of null
Beneath the void
Where nothing is more nothing
Than nothing itself
The quintessence of nothing
Doom and the mabeline of times streaked tears
Warping back the melted clocks of snot
From liquid sobbing and longing
That never go a gasp of air
Suffocated out by the final true destruction
Of all innocent hope
And nothing of value was lost
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