Exit the only
solution to the lonely
state of utter sickness with
the state of all this rhetoric
unable to decide a thing
the bottom of
the denominator
just keeps dropping
words won't fix
good will is spent
and the movement
is a revenant
tell me there's no
way to go
tell me as if
I didn't know
retreat within
discrete, within
unspeaking
I'll slam the door
on every cause
without regard
to writ or cause
the end of it
descend and quit
my seeking
what
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