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pics and pans and deadbeat dreams
sitting along typing silent screams no direction that I can see among angels and cowboys is where I'll be in a room of nonsense prayer at my screen I sit and stare among those who speak without their tongues no black or white, no old or young just players in a common game where no one even knows our name through avatars by which we're known we never have to leave our home
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