Vividness, can you hear me?
Pencil lines are all the sound
Grating gray on leaden parchment

Sipping consciousness & gin
To get a little drunk beyond experience
That's the sense, generally

Draw erasable figures
Who, once torn down,
Are followed by no remorse

Because like us
They were born on the edge
Of a well-expected end

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