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These precious times

Drift away

Without resistance

Or remorse



Those Kodak moments

Never captured

Or displayed



A life never lived

Or complete



Just a drunken carousel



Raging revolutions

Of predictable events

And forgettable memories



Token sensitivities

Flushed down

White ceramic bowls

Or dumped

In dark alleyways



They flow like rivers

Into vast oceans

Of abuse

And neglect



Flooding everyone

In their path



So we grow immune



We crush the urges

Stifle the emotions

And destroy our souls



Better in control

Than broken



Better on a plain

Than in hell



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