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In flatline
One step closer two feet back,
bread in toaster can turn black.
Waiting on something,
you don't know why.
Hearing angels sing,
makes you cry.
Shed those tears of regret,
flush them down the spiral,
release them like social debt,
and the jiberish goes viral.
Jump two feet and tug,
relax... drop the plug...................
It's quite the design,
In flatline.
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