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I’ve lost my poetic licence
I’ve had my visa revoked
I can no longer travel these hallways
between the sublime and bottle green
I have no warrant for my arrest
I am detained in this detention
centre for the lost for words
I struggle to move this rock
that entombs my passion
I can not display emotion
as this exhibit demonstrates
I’m third eye blind, folded
playing a game of Marco Polo
I declare myself
Null and Void
I can not contain myself
and with this I decompose
seeking closure
I conclude this self exposé
and swiftly terminate
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