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nothing substantial...not much to say...mind's been on empty...no life on which to prey...muse...use or abuse...cause virgin paper to copulate with pen...conceive...and birth more than an afterthought...so I often abort personification...miscarry lyrical revelations...of hope...and of healing...until the morning after...when the thrill is gone...and I'm faced once again with nothing substantial...not much to say...spitting in the hungry eye wanting reassurance...laughing at the still born of this raped thought...by drawing on my own selfish intuitions...and empty ambitions...