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Mechanical abominations
Creations of men
Snuffing life's whispers
Crescendoed end
Twitch of the finger
Explosion of flesh
Hallowed images
Another Tombstone's Epitaph!
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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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