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He's old. some might say;
I prefer "mature". Did death
scythe the chains of conformity?
The voices chanted and exclaimed, "enough,
unleash us; let us play: dance openly, on display!"
Something about dogs, and war?
The Muse says, "No!" Foolish games, unbounded ego.
Accept for a moment, on some cosmic level,
one is not unique. The pain is borrowed.
Exult in the moment,
share your words;
release the children of your mind.
Will they be noticed?
Don't need your acclaim.
The emperor is indeed naked.
He is not fooled.
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