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Imagine everything in reverse; The shadows lacking shade, Dark lights, flickering, breathing Waves crashing.

Lost causes walking by, Breathing the gutters, The river; equally bad breaths With a cud for a brain, Empty smiles. Where is the laugher? Even the cruel laughter of the dead? The dead mourn the living. Condemned to live more. Waste air; Poison the world with their presence. A game of hang-man is in order, no? Or perhaps London should burn, Again. Clear the ground from the vermin. Lets restore, rebuild, research Let's find a better condition. Or fall asleep. And weep. Broken hearted.

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