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To lose my pens
All missions feel empty
Attached to the monkey wire
Relenting

But I won't lose the energy to love

Shells of broken bontinents
Jittering legs of protection
Fallen back away from form
Heading in random directions

In the paranoid century of metal
Real people grieve over broken statues
Loosely sliding on a bus to maintain art
To indulge in a world that has fallen apart