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Wakingunder a sheet of glazed indifference I see life throughveiled hopeveiled from the newstupor of life that startseach morning, twisting a manon his ear, gutting himwhile he hacks awayat the immortal jobthat he has created out ofNothing and Everythingthat he has feigned allegiance tofor most of his existenceand this stuporrules the swagger of menand womenand lays in waitfor the youthto overcome.
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