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Rhetorickety
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What is this noise?
Empty it embraces me,
I see its poise,
"Beauty is apathy."
I make this tune,
With my own restless hands,
It's far past noon,
But it's time for reprimand,
Pray that half of me will stay,
and that half of me will burn away...
Empty it embraces me,
I see its poise,
"Beauty is apathy."
I make this tune,
With my own restless hands,
It's far past noon,
But it's time for reprimand,
Pray that half of me will stay,
and that half of me will burn away...