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Oh,
How much fun
it is to be around it.
The luxury it lives in
With words
Making life
Out for the ones
Who are in the depths of despair.
Brings out
The reality among
The fantasies.
The desperate
Want
it has to bring
Laughter,
Sadness and so much more.
People cackling for days,
People mourning for days.
It has
own way with words
That
Makes nothing
To everything.
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