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| Is anybody in there? |
When imagination leaves you blank
With little else to say
Like a picture book of emptiness
A featureless display
One must find a point in pointlessness
And so, regain another way
Discovering how little hints
Can fight irrelevant dismay
Dreams arrive without permission
In background style of anyway
Occurring most when otherwise
Does its utmost to delay
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