This broken arrow points to nowhere
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Close ended, clusterfucked and emotionally plowshared
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Glove compartments and paper clipped files
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Conjugated heart can't even sigh.
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Tapping catheter in rolling black out grids
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Survey the blood, a labor of old
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To what end do you pyramid?
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Another entry in the phone book
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With paperwork always a given
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Every form filled out in triplicate squared
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Intense pacing of attrition
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Inside out
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Of a digitally retouched identity
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A choppy ending
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With synch sound rekeyed
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Foreshortened autonomy
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I reciprocate beat
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Reciprocity
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