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Cold steel slither
to creep very, very
A serpent lumbers long and clunky
escorting its seedy bounty
To a lair of veiled destination
Approaching,
a networking swarm
Smoggy,
the world of the outside is smeared
The innards ablaze
Scattered creepies stitter
Pitch,
a blaze of white flashing pauses
Clustered warm air
Don't look up because they stare
Translucent images
another life
A hard reflective haze
Blinded, darkness
a glare
Blaring defective P.A's permeating the pressing hush
A bounce,
frustration
It regurgitates
Here but not home
We pay too much to get lost
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